The Jilted Heiress' Return to the High Life - Chapter 175

Chapter 175:

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“The Ford heiress title may be enticing, but they should question whether fortune favors them so greatly!” A smile played at the corners of Nate’s mouth, though his eyes remained serious.

“My woman isn’t for anyone else to touch!” His voice crystallized like frost, sharp and biting.

Yet rather than feeling intimidated, Corrine found herself enchanted by his possessive declaration. Her heart effervesced with joy, like champagne bubbling over with delight.

“True love transcends both space and time.” Corrine gazed at him with tender affection, compelled to rise on her toes and press a kiss to his lips.

“Nate, I hope…”

“Our love grows into something eternal.” His pupils dilated as he stared at her, transfixed.

Tightening his grip on her hand, he declared, “Corrine, wait for me to make you my wife!”

Her body froze, all sensation momentarily suspended.

A magical warmth bloomed in her heart, spreading through her entire being.

“Yes!”

This, she realized, was how it felt to be truly cherished. The irony wasn’t lost on her—she had spent three years chasing a meaningless apology, yet one month with Nate had brought her unprecedented fulfillment.

“Is your boss inside?” Carl’s voice, accompanied by the rhythmic tapping of his cane, drifted through the office door.

Corrine stiffened instantly, as though confronting a fearsome adversary.

“Oh no, my grandfather’s here!”

She began darting about in panic, prompting an amused chuckle from Nate.

“Why such nervousness?”

“I can’t let him find you here!” she blurted without thinking.

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Nate’s expression darkened ominously, his eyes flashing with dangerous intent.

“You’d better explain yourself.”

The unspoken question hung heavily between them—was he so undesirable, his status so beneath her, that he needed to be hidden away?

“This requires more explanation than just a few words.” Corrine grasped Nate’s hand, attempting to guide him toward the exit before Carl entered, but the sound of approaching footsteps told her time had run out.

“It’s too late now.” Corrine’s anxiety manifested in her expression, her nervousness palpable as she searched desperately for a solution.

Nate’s eyebrow arched upward, amusement dancing in his eyes.

“Consider this your boyfriend’s inevitable first meeting with your family—it had to happen eventually.”

Corrine barely registered his words, her gaze darting around until it settled on her expansive desk. Without hesitation, she tugged Nate toward it and urged him underneath.

“I apologize for the indignity.”

Nate found himself momentarily speechless.

“Corrine, you’re truly the first person who’s dared to treat me this way.” His grip tightened around her wrist, dark eyes conveying an unmistakable warning.

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