The Jilted Heiress' Return to the High Life - Chapter 174

Chapter 174:

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Corrine plucked the card from his hand with ease, slipping it into her bag without much thought.

“An apartment my uncle arranged for me.”

“You’re moving out on your own?” A flicker of something unreadable danced in Nate’s eyes.

Corrine, flipping through the stack of documents in her hands, answered evenly, “My grandfather’s house is too far from work. The commute’s a hassle.”

Nate nodded slowly, his thoughts apparently elsewhere, before blurting out, “Why not move in with me?”

Corrine’s head shot up, her disbelief evident in her wide eyes.

“We’re in a relationship now. Sharing a home makes sense,” Nate insisted, his tone steady and sincere.

“We can drive to work together, and more importantly, it’ll bring us closer.”

“Considering the stage of our relationship, I think a bit of space is more appropriate.” Corrine’s response was calm but firm.

“You’re not willing to commit to me?” Nate’s expression softened, his eyes glinting with a trace of hurt.

Corrine laughed lightly, her tone teasing.

“I don’t recall ever taking advantage of you.”

“We’ve kissed and hugged. What more could you want?” Nate’s lips curved into a faintly wicked smile, a spark of playfulness lighting his gaze.

“If there’s more you’d like to claim, I’m available tonight,” he said with a casual air, his fingers curling gently around her hand, toying with it as though savoring its softness.

“Will you move in with me?”

Nate’s eyes held such intensity that Corrine felt herself drowning in their depths. Though she had never considered herself susceptible to physical attraction, Nate’s presence demanded a profound reassessment of her principles. She found herself questioning why his allure proved so irresistible, time and time again.

Drawing in a steadying breath, she withdrew her hand and declared with unwavering conviction, “No!”

The determination resonating in her voice cast a shadow of disappointment across Nate’s dark eyes. He reached out, pinching her cheek with gentle reproach before rising to depart.

𝙍𝙚𝙖𝙡 𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙢 𝙖𝙩: ⲅ𝗮𝗅𝗇𝗈ν𝖊𝗅𝘀⸱𝖼𝗈𝗺

Though his expression remained subtle—just a slight furrow of his brows and tightening of his jaw—his displeasure radiated unmistakably.

Corrine sprang to her feet, catching his wrist and melting into his embrace. Her fingers traced playfully along his tense jawline as a mischievous smile graced her lips.

“You’re so quick to sulk. Those men outside would treat me with far more consideration than you do. Aren’t you worried they might seize their chance?”

Before she could continue her teasing, his hand clasped firmly around hers.

“Corrine!” The winter-like chill in his voice carried an unmistakable warning.

She certainly knew how to pierce straight to his core.

“I’m merely stating facts,” Corrine murmured, her free hand drifting to his chest, fingers tracing delicate patterns.

“Being the Ford family heiress naturally draws men who would move mountains to please me.”

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