The Jilted Heiress' Return to the High Life - Chapter 120

Chapter 120:

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Corrine found herself momentarily speechless, caught off guard by the simplicity of his question.

Before she could respond, a soft knock came from the door.

“Miss Holland, the meal is ready.”

Corrine shifted her gaze to Nate, her voice light but filled with unspoken depth.

“I’m hungry.”

Her eyes shimmered, leaving him momentarily breathless, stirring something deep within him.

A slow smile spread across Nate’s lips, his voice low and teasing.

“If you don’t want to leave this room, just keep looking at me like that.”

Corrine blinked, confused.

“So, what do you want?”

“Playing coy?” Nate’s voice darkened as he leaned closer, his fingers gently brushing the sensitive skin behind her ear.

“Be my girlfriend, okay?”

His breath traced the curve of her neck, sending a shiver down her spine, a delicate blush blooming across her cheeks.

“I just feel like things are moving too fast between us,” she murmured, her voice barely a whisper.

“You do?” Nate raised an eyebrow, a playful glint in his eyes, his smile hinting at something deeper.

“Can I take that as a yes?”

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Corrine met his gaze, her eyes dancing with mischief as she mirrored his teasing tone.

“Yes and no. After all, I still haven’t seen the full depth of your sincerity.”

“There will be plenty of chances for you to feel it in the future,” Nate promised, his voice smooth and confident.

“Alright then,” Corrine replied, her voice light but with a hidden weight.

“But we need to establish some boundaries. No kissing me out of nowhere, and keep a proper distance…”

At her words, the smile on Nate’s face faltered, his gaze sharpening slightly.

“You can keep testing me, but I won’t accept those so-called boundaries.”

She’d agreed to be with him, yet still insisted on keeping him at arm’s length, refusing affection—how could she expect him to stand for that? Corrine opened her mouth to respond, but the words escaped her.

“Didn’t you say you were hungry?” Nate asked, his voice softening.

“Come on, let’s go downstairs and eat.”

Without another word, he took her hand, gently guiding her toward the door. Corrine glanced down at their intertwined fingers, a smile tugging at the corners of her lips, her heart fluttering with uncertainty and excitement.

She knew she was stepping into uncharted territory, trusting him with her heart. From the moment she agreed to be with him, she realized her future was no longer solely her own.

As they ate, the room was quiet, but Nate’s every glance and every movement spoke of an unspoken tenderness, his gaze never straying far from her. Corrine kept her head lowered, focused on her food, but she could feel the weight of his stare, as if he couldn’t bear to look away.

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