The Jilted Heiress' Return to the High Life - Chapter 165

Chapter 165:

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Something about the way he said it—about the subtle playfulness in his gaze—reminded her of a wolf draped in sheep’s clothing. There was an unmistakable edge of mischief that set her on guard.

As the car pulled to a stop in front of the Ford Group entrance, Corrine unfastened her seatbelt.

“This is my stop.”

She pushed open the car door, but before she could step out, Nate leaned over suddenly, his movement swift and deliberate, pinning her against the cool glass of the window.

Corrine’s eyes widened in shock as she instinctively struggled, her voice trembling.

“What are you doing?”

Nate’s intense gaze locked onto hers before drifting downward, settling on her lips with unspoken intent.

“Seeking solace,” he murmured, his voice low and unyielding. Without hesitation, he captured her lips in a fierce kiss.

The kiss was nothing like his usual composed demeanor; it was fervent and demanding, a relentless tide that left her breathless. Beneath the intensity, there was a palpable frustration, raw and unrestrained.

Corrine fought to steady her breath, her chest heaving as the oxygen drained from her lungs. Only when she was on the verge of collapse did he finally release her, though his presence still overwhelmed her.

Her trembling fingers gripped the front of his shirt, her lips parted as she drew in ragged breaths. Her cheeks glowed a deep crimson, the flush accentuating her beauty. Her tear-filled eyes shimmered, her vulnerability tinged with an undeniable allure.

Nate’s dark eyes burned with an even greater intensity as he stared at her.

“Looks like that meeting will have to wait.”

Before she could muster a response, he leaned in once more, his lips crashing against hers with renewed hunger.

This kiss was bolder, more relentless, as though he intended to claim every inch of her being.

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His arms encircled her waist tightly, pulling her closer as if he wanted to fuse their bodies into one.

In the confined space of the car, the air grew heavy with the electrifying tension, each moment thickening the intimacy between them.

Suddenly, the shrill ring of a phone shattered the charged silence, yanking them back to reality. The haze in Corrine’s eyes quickly cleared, her usual composure returning.

She pressed her hands against his chest, her voice firm yet unsteady.

“I really have to go.”

Nate rested his forehead against hers, his fingers brushing her flushed earlobe with a tenderness that sent a shiver down her spine.

“See you tonight,” he murmured.

The simple gesture unraveled her composure further, and she scrambled to open the car door, slipping out with hurried movements.

He watched her retreat, his eyes lingering on her figure as a faint smile tugged at his lips. His fingertips traced over his mouth, savoring the remnants of her warmth.

Suddenly, an idea sparked in his mind. He reached for his phone and dialed a number, his tone decisive.

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