Chapter 1210: To spread rumors about Corrine right to her face? Rosalie must have a death wish.
"Maybe I've gone soft for love?" Corrine quipped, half-joking.
Hawk visibly shuddered, eyeing her with pure disdain. “Letgive you sadvice. Love is fine and all, but never let it make you weak. Don't put a man on a pedestal. Stay sharp, be smart, and most importantly, never lose yourself for anyone." His expression grew uncharacteristically serious as he rested a firm hand on her shoulder. "Nothing in this world is worth compromising your self-respect. Always put yourself first." The Red Flmembers treated Corrine like family-a younger sister they fiercely protected.
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Corrine felt an unexpected warmth at his words, a quiet smile tugging at the corners of her lips. "When are you heading out?" "I'll leave after seeing you off," Hawk replied, fishing his phone out of his pocket. He suddenly draped an arm over her shoulder and pulled her in. “Con, let's take a picture while no one's around. Gotta have proof to report back!" "Hey-" Caught off guard, Corrine instinctively raised a hand to block the camera, but Hawk still managed to snap the shot-capturing her flustered expression in perfect detail.
Satisfied with his work, he strolled off with a smirk.
Watching him go, Corrine shook her head with a wry smile.
She raised her head, staring at the night sky.
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But it wouldn't be long now. She would be hsoon.
Lost in thought, she barely noticed the familiar sound of footsteps approaching from behind.
Corrine shifted her eyes just enough to catch a glimpse of a black shirt in her peripheral vision.
A moment later, she felt a cool, woody scent envelop her as she was pressed firmly against the man's warm, solid chest.
"How's your injury? Does it feel better?" Corrine asked, her voicem laced with genuine concern for the wound on his chest. She hesitated to get too close.
Nate slipped his arm around her waist, pulling her gently into hism embrace. He leaned in, his lips grazing her temple as he whispered, "Didn't last night prove it?"
Corrine couldn't find the words. His deep, teasing voice stirred vivid m memories of their ttogether the night before, and her cheeks flushed with warmth. The heat of his chest and breath made her uneasy. She squirmed, trying to pull away, suddenly craving space.