BuzzNovelChapter 1455: "I only said I wouldn't drag her into it," the voice said lazily. "But where she's ended up—that was all her choice. Everything that's happened cfrom her own decisions." Jonathan leaned casually against the stair railing, absently twirling the ring on his finger.
The dim lighting cast half his face in shadow, adding an almost unreal allure to his already striking features.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtWith his arched brows, faintly curled lips, and the glint of mischief in his eyes, he looked like a devil wearing an angel's face.
But the moment he spotted Corrine, his entire demeanor softened. The glint in his eyes turned warm, and the curve of his lips relaxed.
"I've got something to take care of," he said into the phone. “I'll end the call now." Then, with one smooth motion, he ended the call.
"It's only been a day, Miss Holland, but somehow, you look even more radiant." Jonathan's compliment was straightforward and sincere.
Corrine offered a light smile. "I'd say the sabout you." "You're being far too modest.” His eyes drifted over her casually. “With a face like that, I wouldn't be surprised if we were family in a past life." It was clearly a joke, and Corrine didn't take it to heart.
"Are you saying all beautiful people might be your family? You might need to raise your standards." "Beauty comes in different ways," Jonathan replied, his tone shifting into something more thoughtful. "There's the kind that's forgettable, gone as soon as it arrives. Then there's the " mr☐☐pda es ☐☐☐☐"Kind that dazzles at first glance, only to fade with time. And then, there's the rare kind-the kind people crave, the kind that people would rather destroy when they can't possess it." He paused, his eyes steady on hers. "You, Miss Holland, are the third kind. The kind people would rather destroy than let slip through their fingers." Corrine frowned slightly at his words.
Jonathan, sensing the change, offered a disarming smile. "But don't worry," he said smoothly. "I won't let them get the chance.”
Corrine remained silent, her gaze lingering on Jonathan thoughtfully. There was something about the way he spoke that didn't sit right with her-it felt like there was more beneath his words.
After a moment, she managed a slight smile. "I'll leave it in your m I'll leave capable bands, Mr. Martel." With that, she turned and walked away.
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