NovelOnlineChapter 1185: What was it about that woman that made everyone rush to shield her? Had years of friendship meant nothing? Was Corrine, a newcomer, truly worth more than the bonds they had built over time? She inhaled deeply, pushing down the resentment clawing at her chest. "I just find it hard to believe that Nate would marry so quickly, that is all. I meant nothing more by it." No one believed that for a second.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtBut they were tired. Tired of the tension, tired of the conversation, and unwilling to drag Zack into an unnecessary dispute.
Then, at last, Nate-who had remained silent until now-spoke. His voice was low, smooth, but cold as frost. "Getting her on board with marriage isn't as simple as you all think." Though his words carried a trace of resignation, his gaze held something unexpected. A rare, quiet tenderness- one none of them had seen before.
Herbert arched a brow in mild surprise, exchanging a glance with Moses and Zack before letting out a low chuckle. "Well, this is a first. Nate actually sounds unsure." It was ironic, really. The youngest leader of the Hopkins family, a man who had dismantled internal conflicts in less than a year, forcing the old-guard elders into quiet retirement with unrivaled precision, suddenly hesitating over something as trivial as marriage? Herbert leaned back, smirking. "At worst, just take what you want by force. As long as you have the will, there is always a way." They had known each other since high school, long enough to see past pretenses. None of them were saints. Morality was flexible when it cto getting what they desired.
Nate sat with one arm draped over the sofa, his black shirt sleeves rolled up, exposing the sculpted muscles of his forearm. His fingers, lean and strong, rested against his temple as he considered Herbert's words.
Read more at gvlnovom "Sthings can be taken by force," he murmured. "But she is the exception." Herbert clicked his tongue. "Double standards much?" Nate exhaled, the weight of his thoughts reflected in the softness that flickered across his expression. "She was born into wealth, raised in luxury. There is no reason she should ever endure anything less." His voice dropped slightly, edged with something unshakable. "Whatever other women have, she must have as well." The words landed like a blade straight through Rosalie's chest.
She had thought herself prepared, thought she could feign indifference, pretend that none of this mattered. But she had overestimated her own shekiad E! strength. Her nails dug into her palms, sharp crescents of pain doing little to dull the ache rising in her heart.
She could not take it anymore.
Abruptly, she rose to her feet heed se to to use the restroom."
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