The Jilted Heiress' Return to the High Life - Chapter 119

Chapter 119:

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“I believe it’s a choice made without counting the cost,” she replied, her voice steady, though the truth in her words wavered like a delicate thread.

“Yes… and no,” Nate murmured, his tone low and thoughtful. He gently lifted her chin with his finger, compelling her to meet his gaze.

“Love is me overcoming every obstacle to make you happy,” he said, his voice a velvet promise.

“It’s my unwavering dedication to being your beacon in the dark, your constant, your most devoted companion.”

Corrine found herself drawn into the depths of his eyes, a warmth radiating from them that squeezed her heart, making it pound wildly in her chest. Her fingers twitched, her breath hitched as she whispered, “Nate…”

Before she could continue, he leaned in, capturing her lips in a kiss that was worlds apart from their previous ones—fierce, all-consuming, leaving her no space to breathe.

Her eyelashes fluttered in panic as the medical kit slipped from her hands, crashing to the floor.

She struggled against him, her palms pushing against his chest, but it was like a breeze trying to move a mountain.

Nate held her even tighter, stealing her breath with the intensity of the kiss, his lips demanding, leaving her no room to think—only to feel.

Gradually, her resistance crumbled, her body surrendering to him as her arms wrapped around his neck, drawing herself closer. Her cheeks flushed with the effort to breathe, her heart racing in her chest.

Just as her head spun from lack of air, Nate finally pulled away, his lips grazing hers one last time before he stopped, though not without a trace of reluctance. He gazed at her flushed face, his expression softening into a smile that spoke of warmth and longing.

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“Corrine,” he said gently, his voice almost a whisper.

“Why don’t you just be my girlfriend?”

There were no grand declarations, no flowery words—just one simple, honest question.

“Why don’t you just be my girlfriend?”

In that moment, Corrine felt an unexpected rush of warmth and sincerity, like the sun breaking through a stormy sky.

She wondered if there was anyone else in the world, besides Nate, who would truly accept her, who would cherish her for who she was.

Would anyone else say, “Do it your way. No matter what happens, I’ll have your back”?

Would there be anyone else who would say, “It’s my unwavering dedication to being your beacon in the dark, your constant, your most devoted companion”? He never flinched at her aloofness, her guarded heart. Even when she was armed with defenses, brimming with hostility, he always held his arms open, waiting for her.

“I’m struggling to keep up with your pace,” Corrine confessed, her voice tinged with uncertainty.

Nate’s gaze softened, his tone gentle but insistent.

“Then tell me, what pace should it be?”

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