The Jilted Heiress' Return to the High Life - Chapter 188

Chapter 188:

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His deep, magnetic voice wrapped around her like a velvet blanket, his breath warm against her temple, stirring the soft strands of hair by her ear.

Corrine’s brow twitched sharply at the sensation.

In the silence that followed, Nate gently turned her around, his dark eyes softening as they met hers, a gentle smile curling at the corners of his lips. His fingers brushed the damp strands of hair by her shoulder.

“Just took a shower?”

Corrine nodded, her voice quiet.

“Yes.”

As she glanced up, she noticed the faint red streaks in his eyes, and her mind flashed back to Tanya’s words earlier.

“Late-night coffee isn’t healthy. As staff, we can’t advise him, but surely work isn’t more important than his well-being, right, Miss Holland?”

A soft trace of concern crossed her face, her gaze tender yet filled with worry.

“Nate, you don’t have to work so hard. I can support you financially.”

“Feeling sorry for me?” Nate caught every subtle shift in her expression, his smile deepening as it reached his eyes.

Corrine lowered her gaze, a subtle flush rising in her cheeks. She instinctively lifted her chin slightly.

“No, I’m not.”

Nate’s fingers lightly brushed aside her damp hair, his voice slow and teasing.

“You’re lying.”

Corrine opened her mouth to protest, but as her eyes met his—deep, affectionate, and full of unspoken emotion—she faltered. It was as though he might pull her in for a kiss at any moment, and her breath caught. A flicker of panic flashed across her eyes.

“You should get back to work and try to rest early tonight.”

With that, she gently tugged at his hand, guiding him toward the desk.

But before she could lead him any farther, Nate’s grip tightened on her hand. In one swift movement, he bent down, hoisting her effortlessly over his shoulder.

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The movement was effortless, smooth, as if he had done this countless times before—confident and unhesitating.

Startled by the sudden lift, Corrine gasped.

“Nate, what are you doing? Put me down!”

“Quiet.” Nate’s voice was low, firm, as he raised his hand, giving her a playful but commanding tap on the rear, all while striding out of the study and heading straight for the guest room.

Corrine’s cheeks bloomed with color, and she pounded his back in frustration.

“Nate! Put me down!”

Nate’s pace never faltered as he entered Corrine’s room and gently placed her on the bed.

The soft mattress sank beneath her, the unexpected movement leaving her momentarily dizzy, her senses spinning.

Before she could regain her balance, Nate’s tall figure loomed over her, his presence overpowering.

Corrine’s heart skipped, her eyes flickering with uncertainty, her body tense beneath him.

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