The Jilted Heiress' Return to the High Life - Chapter 180

Chapter 180:

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Corrine’s eyes widened slightly as she glanced up at him, only for his face to lower suddenly. A sly, teasing smile tugged at the corner of his lips.

“You think you can walk away after arousing me?”

There was a magnetic pull in his eyes—intense and impossible to resist. For a fleeting moment, as their eyes met, Corrine felt like she was standing too close to a flame.

Her fingers twitched faintly, betraying the calm expression she tried to maintain.

“So, double standards now?”

“Hah!” Nate let out a low, rough laugh, his fingers tilting her chin up gently.

“You’ve got a real talent for driving me crazy.”

The deep, husky sound of his laughter sent a shiver through Corrine. Her heart skipped unexpectedly, catching her off guard.

“Come on, weren’t you the one who promised me a date? Hurry up.” She quickly pushed Nate away, brushing off her dress with deliberate ease to smooth the creases.

Nate grabbed the coat draped over the sofa, his movements unhurried. He held out his hand to her with a faint smile.

“Shall we?”

Like any couple savoring a romantic evening, they started with a light meal before strolling side by side down the quiet street, their voices mingling softly as they talked in bursts.

In moments like these, the words didn’t matter. It was the silver glow of the moon above them, the gentle kiss of the evening breeze, the rhythm of their steps in sync, and the irreplaceable presence of the person walking beside them. The dim glow of the streetlights cast their intertwined shadows on the pavement, marking their quiet progression from walking side by side to their fingers lacing together.

Corrine lifted her hand, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear, only to notice something was off. Her earring was missing.

She stopped mid-step, her eyes scanning the ground instinctively.

“What’s wrong?” Nate asked, his attention snapping to her, immediately noticing her bare left earlobe.

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“My earring is gone,” Corrine said softly, her tone calm.

“It’s just an earring. Don’t worry about it.”

But Nate wasn’t one to brush it off. Without a word, he turned and began retracing their steps, scanning the dimly lit path until he spotted the tiny earring near a cluster of bushes.

Corrine held out her hand to take it from him, but Nate ignored the gesture and stepped closer instead.

“Let me put it on for you.”

As he approached, the faint scent of earth and cedar surrounded her, making her heart pound wildly in her chest.

Nate’s gaze softened as he looked at her, the glow of the streetlights catching the quiet vulnerability in her eyes. His hand lifted, brushing her cheek lightly, his fingers threading through her smooth hair to cradle the back of her head. Then, he kissed her—gentle but sure.

The simple contact sent a wave of warmth rushing through her, the sensation sparking like a soft electric current beneath her skin.

“There are so many people watching!” Corrine protested, her voice flustered.

Nate tilted his head slightly, a faint smirk tugging at his lips.

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