The Jilted Heiress' Return to the High Life - Chapter 127

Chapter 127:

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Yet, upon recognizing her, Nate’s demeanor transformed. The icy exterior melted, replaced by a gentle, disarming smile.

“Why are you up so early?” he asked, closing the document and beckoning her closer.

Corrine approached, her movements deliberate.

“Tanya mentioned you have a fever,” she explained, placing the tray on the bedside table.

Her hand instinctively reached to check his temperature, her brow furrowing with genuine concern.

“I’m fine,” Nate murmured, intercepting her hand. His fingers traced the delicate bones of her wrist, sending a subtle warmth through her cool skin. Her concern deepened as she noted the unusual flush across his face.

“You need to take medicine,” she insisted, preparing to retrieve the medical kit.

To Corrine’s surprise, Nate suddenly slid his arm around her delicate waist, pulling her effortlessly into his warm embrace.

The cool, earthy scent of him wrapped around her, as though the very air was infused with his presence.

Startled, Corrine instinctively clung to him, their bodies pressed together in undeniable closeness. Even through the light fabric of their clothes, she could feel the searing heat radiating off him.

Every breath he took felt different, laden with an unusual warmth that seemed to seep into her skin. His warm breath fanned across her face, brushing against the strands of hair at her temples. The gentle caress made her fingertips curl, and a faint blush crept up her ears, betraying her flustered state.

Feeling a rush of unease, she pushed gently against his chest.

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“I’ll go get you some medicine.”

“Don’t move.” Nate’s husky voice washed over her, a simple command that held both a coaxing sweetness and an undeniable authority.

Corrine stopped struggling, allowing herself to be held like a compliant doll, her body slowly yielding to the pull of his embrace.

Perhaps sensing her surrender, Nate’s grip on her waist softened slightly. He rested his chin on her shoulder, his voice low and intimate.

“My Corrine is so obedient.”

As he spoke, he nuzzled into the crook of her neck, the action tender and possessive, like a puppy seeking affection. His hair tickled her, and she couldn’t suppress the instinct to shrink back, pushing against his shoulder.

“It tickles.”

For a moment, she nearly fell out of his arms, the shock making her face pale. Instinctively, she reached out, hooking her arms around his neck, barely managing to keep her balance.

Nate tightened his hold around her waist, his voice taking on a playful, seductive edge.

“Darling, are you trying to tempt me by throwing yourself at me first thing in the morning?” His voice, already deep and husky, now had a teasing rasp, a soft tug at her heart that was impossible to resist.

“You were the one being improper.” Corrine glared at him, her face flushed with both anger and embarrassment, trying to pull away and make her escape.

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