The Jilted Heiress' Return to the High Life - Chapter 170

Chapter 170:

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“Then… how should I respond?” she asked, her voice trembling slightly, each word carrying a mix of apprehension and hope.

Nate’s smirk deepened. His answer came swift and unyielding, leaving no room for doubt.

“With actions,” he replied, his voice as resolute as the promise his eyes held.

Nate gently brushed aside the loose strands of hair that framed Corrine’s face, his thumb tracing her cheek with deliberate softness. His fingers lingered, brushing her lips lightly, as his dark eyes burned with a mix of yearning and unspoken, intoxicating desire.

Corrine rolled her eyes, exasperation flickering across her face.

“Nate, is kissing really all you ever think about?”

It was maddening how single-minded he could be, as though nothing else mattered.

“Right now, it’s the only thing on my mind,” Nate admitted, his voice low and steady as he cupped her face in his hands.

He leaned forward, placing a tender kiss on her forehead, his touch filled with a sincerity that seemed to seep into the air around them. It felt as if he was trying to communicate every ounce of his affection without words.

Then, with a boldness that caught her completely off guard, he said, “Corrine, marry me.”

“You’re unbelievable!” Corrine shot back, pulling away from his grasp with a sharp motion.

She turned and strode toward her desk, a mix of incredulity and frustration tightening her expression.

“We’ve known each other for less than a month, Nate, and now you’re talking about marriage? How ridiculous can you get?”

“I’m not being ridiculous,” Nate said firmly, his eyes meeting hers with an intensity that refused to waver.

From the moment he had met her, he had been captivated—not just by her beauty but by everything about her. What started as infatuation had grown into something deeper, something that left him utterly powerless to resist.

Marriage had always been a distant thought, a concept that had no place in his life. But now, it consumed him.

𝕊𝕠𝕦𝕣𝕔𝕖 𝕗𝕚𝕝𝕖: 𝗀‎𝖺‎𝗅‎𝗇‎𝗈‎ν‎𝖊‎𝗅‎𝘀‎﹒‎𝖼‎𝗈‎𝗆

He pictured her standing beside him, her hand in his, as they greeted their wedding guests. He imagined a lifetime of mornings and evenings shared with her, and nothing else seemed to matter.

Corrine leaned back against the desk, her arms folded defensively.

“Nate, deciding to be in a relationship with you was already a reckless choice. I won’t rush into something as serious as marriage while I’m still trying to sort out my own life.”

If her grandfather or uncles discovered this, it would undoubtedly plunge the Ford family into chaos all over again.

Her gaze softened slightly, but her words remained firm.

“You know I’ve just come out of a three-year relationship, one that was fragile even after all that time. What makes you think one month with you could be any different?”

Nate scoffed, his tone sharp with undeniable arrogance.

“Do you honestly think some scumbag could ever measure up to me?”

Corrine paused, tilting her head slightly before a bright, dazzling smile spread across her lips.

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