The Jilted Heiress' Return to the High Life - Chapter 121

Chapter 121:

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She continued eating in silence, feeling full before setting her utensils down. She reached for a napkin to dab at her mouth.

“I’ll have my assistant pick me up this afternoon.”

Nate looked up, his expression shifting to one of concern as he studied her.

“A big part of your health issues comes from irregular eating and sleeping habits.”

“You’ve just recovered. It wouldn’t be wise to dive back into work so soon. Why not stay here and rest a bit longer?”

Corrine shook her head, offering a soft smile.

“I’ll adjust my schedule.” She felt a twinge of discomfort. Staying any longer seemed a little inappropriate.

Nate’s gaze darkened, his voice firm yet gentle.

“I’ll make sure you get to the office tomorrow morning.”

The message was clear—she wasn’t leaving today.

Tanya, who had been quietly observing, seized the moment to speak up.

“Miss Holland, the doctor specifically recommended that you rest well. Mr. Hopkins is concerned about your health.”

Corrine hesitated, torn between her desire to leave and the undeniable care in their eyes. Finally, she gave in, nodding without a word.

A barely noticeable smile flickered on Nate’s lips, his eyes softening as he continued to eat.

After lunch, Nate led Corrine on a stroll through the garden, the vibrant colors of the flowers contrasting with the calm of the afternoon. They eventually settled into the pavilion.

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Nate watched her for a moment, his gaze intent and searching.

“Are you afraid of me?”

Corrine shook her head just slightly, her voice soft but steady.

“I think we should maintain a certain distance.”

“Sometimes, bringing a couple closer helps strengthen their bond,” Nate said, rising to his feet with an intent that didn’t escape her.

Before she could react, he was beside her, lifting her effortlessly and settling her in his lap.

The crisp, earthy scent surrounded her, making her feel both exposed and oddly protected. Corrine met his gaze, her heart skipping a beat as she looked into his deep, unreadable eyes.

Flustered, she struggled against him, her voice barely a whisper.

“Nate…” Having been raised with a strong sense of decorum, Corrine’s core beliefs were rooted in conservatism, and she was keenly aware of societal expectations. The closeness…

Between them, the intimacy on display made Corrine feel exposed, her natural sense of modesty protesting the closeness.

“No one will come by at this time,” Nate assured her, his voice low and calming as he gently grasped her slender wrist with one hand and wrapped his other arm around her waist, pulling her closer. He playfully pinched her soft side.

“Let me kiss you again, alright?”

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