The Jilted Heiress' Return to the High Life - Chapter 118

Chapter 118:

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“If you’re willing.”

Corrine retrieved the first aid kit and began tending to his injury.

Her movements were deliberate and gentle, as if handling something fragile. As she worked, Nate studied her in silence, his focus drawn to the delicate sweep of her lashes. Unable to resist, he reached out, brushing them lightly with his fingertips.

Her lashes fluttered like startled butterflies, grazing his skin in return.

Corrine’s eyes flicked up to meet his, startled yet steady. His fingers traced a slow path from the corner of her eye, down the curve of her jaw, before settling to cradle her face.

“Corrine,” he said, his voice low and certain, “you feel something for me. Don’t you?” It wasn’t a question. His conviction left no room for doubt.

Corrine faltered in her movements. Her fingers hovered over the bottle of antiseptic as her gaze dropped, hiding the storm of emotions swirling beneath the surface.

She took a steadying breath before hastily tidying up the items in front of her, her hands moving faster than usual.

Just as she was about to leave, Nate’s arms encircled her waist, pulling her close. He rested his chin lightly on her shoulder, his voice an intoxicating whisper.

“Corrine, what are you truly afraid of?”

He could feel her hesitation, the uncertainty emanating from her, and it tugged at him.

“I thought I had enough patience, but every time you’re near, it feels like I’m being tested,” Nate continued, his voice edged with vulnerability.

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“I’m not sure how much longer I can keep my promise.”

He wasn’t one to hold back. When he wanted something, he would surely get it.

“Don’t you think we’re moving too fast?” Corrine sighed, her words laced with a hint of resignation.

Nate’s presence was calm, but his touch was anything but. It was firm, possessive.

“I just ended a three-year relationship,” she said, her voice shaky.

“And now I’m supposed to jump into another? That’s too quick. It’s unfair to you.”

People often said that falling off the horse meant getting back on it right away, but not everyone had the courage to try again. The sting of heartbreak made anyone wary of putting themselves back in its path. With time, avoidance became second nature.

“But people often say the best way to move on is to jump into a new relationship quickly,” Nate countered, his words filled with a quiet challenge.

“That’s not fair to you,” she whispered, resigned. She knew she couldn’t pull away from him, so she let him hold her, her shoulders slumping slightly as she exhaled.

“If I let you pursue me just to forget my last relationship, I’d be using you, Nate. It would cheapen love and dishonor what you feel for me.”

Nate didn’t rush to speak; he simply waited, letting her words settle between them. After a beat, he asked, his voice casual but intense, “Then tell me, what is love to you?”

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