The Jilted Heiress' Return to the High Life - Chapter 104

Chapter 104:

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Interrupting her, Nate’s hand cradled the back of her head, and he claimed her lips with a passionate, unyielding kiss. He inhaled deeply, his kiss exploring with a passion that seemed to fill the very air between them.

Her mind cleared of all thoughts. Corrine was swept up in the unexpected intensity of the kiss, feeling as if fate itself had ordained their lips to meet. As Nate’s embrace tightened, a spark of clarity returned to Corrine, and she mustered her strength to break away.

He was close, his dark eyes burning with an intensity that sent her heart into a frenzy, as though he intended to consume her entirely. Nate’s fingers gently but firmly held her chin, compelling her to look at him. He whispered softly, their foreheads touching, “Corrine, I don’t regret what just happened.”

Corrine’s lips pressed tightly together, her breath held in an effort to quell her inner turmoil.

“You said you wouldn’t force me.”

“I had hoped to keep up the appearance of a gentleman,” Nate admitted, his gaze intense and unyielding.

“But losing control just now has only solidified my belief that we are meant to be together in this lifetime.”

Normally composed and controlled, Nate was astounded to discover that a mere kiss could nearly push him over the edge.

Corrine’s inner turmoil grew, leaving her heart restless and her mind uncertain. After a moment of silence, her voice shaky and filled with hesitation, she said, “I need some time to think about this.”

Seizing the moment as the car halted, she opened the door and hurried out into the street.

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Nate watched her leave with a knowing smile, reflecting on his journey from mere physical attraction to a profound fascination with Corrine. What began as simple allure had quickly evolved into a determined pursuit to win her heart.

Exiting Nate’s car, Corrine meandered down the avenue without a clear direction. The struggle within her was undeniable, pulling her apart. Nate’s actions had stirred something within her heart. Still, a lingering voice of reason cautioned her to remember past pains, though the immediate wounds had healed.

Her three-year relationship with Bruce had drained all her sincerity, leaving her with nothing but disappointment. Nate had only recently entered her life, just a few days ago.

With a sigh of frustration, Corrine combed her fingers through her hair, entertaining the idea that maybe things would just sort themselves out. A wry smile crossed her face as she remembered Karina’s earnest prediction, saying that she would fall for him soon. And indeed, Karina had been right.

Lost in her thoughts, she was jolted back to reality by her ringing phone. It was Karina.

“Corrine, weren’t you supposed to be here by now?”

“Just caught a cab, I’ll be there shortly,” Corrine responded, swiftly hailing a taxi and climbing aboard.

She reached the bridal studio ten minutes later.

The studio was located within a quaint villa on Harmony Street, flanked by birch trees, offering a serene escape. The villa stood out with its melancholic, vintage allure, complete with pointed arches and rose windows. A bronze plaque marked “Redamancy” adorned the exterior.

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