BuzzNovelChapter 1420: The moment she crossed the threshold, she was hit by the heavy atmosphere that blanketed the villa. The household staff moved like shadows, cautious and deliberate, as if the slightest sound might trigger an explosion.
Seeing Corrine, Saul and Matias hurried toward her with such relief in their eyes it was almost tears. "Miss Holland, thank goodness you're here!" they said quietly. "What happened?" Corrine's cool gaze swept the room as she searched for Nate.
Matias, understanding, quickly volunteered, "Mr. Hopkins is in the study." With a nod, Corrine headed toward the study.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtAs she walked away, Matias followed quietly, saying, "Miss Holland, please remember-there are sthings Mr. Hopkins prefers not to discuss. It's not that he doesn't trust you." Not long ago, Corrine had rushed through the night from Riverveille to Lyhaton, causing quite a scene at the hospital-all because Nate had kept things from her.
All it had needed was a simple explanation, yet Nate's reserved nature meant he had remained completely silent on the matter.
This time, given his temperament, Nate would likely be just as tight-lipped.
A subtle crease formed between Corrine's brows as she approached the study.
The door remained firmly closed. Corrine's knuckles rapped gently against the wood. When silence answered her, she drew a steadying breath and announced, "I'm coming in." She hesitated for a heartbeat before turning the handle.
The study greeted her with dancing light-midday sun filtering through swaying branches outside, casting a mosaic of gold and shadow across the otherwise austere room.
Nate stood silhouetted against the window, his back to the door as if deliberately shutting out the world. The sunlight traced his outline in gold.
The room seemed to hold its breath. An invisible weight pressed down, making the air thick and difficult to breathe.
That palpable tension flowed directly from Nate.
To Corrine, Nate had always carried an air of cool detachment-a man wrapped in quiet reserve who moved through life with a lofty indifference, making him seem almost untouchable.
But now, standing before the window, he appeared utterly broken—a solitary figure drowning in shadows, all vitality drained away, leaving only a hollow vessel filled with endless solitude.
Corrine's brow furrowed with concern as she approached him.
Deep in contemplation, Nate didn't turn when he heard footsteps behind him; he merely asked in a voice like winter frost, "What is it?"
Corrine placed her hand on his shoulder. "What is troubling you?" Her What is voice pulled Nate from his thoughts.
He raised his eyes to meet hers, momentary confusion crossing this features the clearly hadn't expected E her presence.
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