The Jilted Heiress' Return to the High Life - Chapter 113

Chapter 113:

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“Here. The doctor said you need to eat light for a few days.”

“I can manage,” Corrine said quickly, averting her gaze as she tried to take the bowl herself.

But Nate didn’t budge. His persistence was firm yet unyielding, the spoon hovering near her lips.

After a brief hesitation, Corrine relented, opening her mouth for a sip.

The taste of the soup was bland, its warmth soothing but uninspiring. After a few spoonfuls, she shook her head.

“I’ve had enough.”

“You barely touched it,” Nate countered, his tone softer now, almost coaxing.

“Just a little more, and then I’ll take you for a walk in the garden. Deal?”

Corrine looked up at him, her eyes tinged with a hint of reluctance, almost like a quiet plea.

“But I really can’t take another bite,” she said softly.

Her own words startled her. When had she last sounded so fragile?

For as long as she could remember, sickness had been something she dealt with alone. She’d learned to soldier through, suppressing any sign of weakness. But Nate’s calm, unwavering care had unlocked something buried deep within her—an ache for tenderness she didn’t even know she carried.

The words hadn’t been rehearsed; they’d slipped out naturally.

Perhaps, when faced with unyielding affection, everyone secretly longed to let their guard down—to allow someone else to bear the weight, even if just for a moment.

Corrine was struck by a wave of regret over her earlier lapse into sentimentality and opened her mouth to explain. Before she could utter a word, Nate leaned in, capturing her lips in a kiss.

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Her eyes widened in disbelief, a flicker of panic flashing in her trembling gaze as her breath hitched.

The kiss was firm but not forceful, tender yet charged with passion. Unspoken emotions seemed to pour out, drawing her in with a warmth that made her forget to resist.

Her lashes fluttered, and slowly, as if surrendering to the tide, she let her eyes drift shut. Her fingers curled into the sheets beneath her, gripping them tightly as if to anchor herself against the whirlwind of emotions.

The kiss deepened, intoxicating and all-consuming, stripping away the noise of the world until it felt like they were the only two people left in existence. The air around them grew heavy with heat, wrapping the room in an intimate embrace.

It wasn’t until the kiss became more fervent, stealing the breath from her lungs, that Corrine began to come to her senses. Her eyes flew open, meeting Nate’s with a jolt.

His dark gaze burned with intensity, searing through her defenses and igniting something unfamiliar within her. Her heart raced wildly, a frantic rhythm caught between fear and exhilaration. She pushed against his chest with trembling hands, her breaths uneven as she stammered, “Nate, that’s… enough.”

The words escaped her lips in a voice so faint it lacked conviction, only encouraging his resolve.

His passion surged, a force as relentless as it was overwhelming.

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