The Jilted Heiress' Return to the High Life - Chapter 190

Chapter 190:

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“Explain yourself!”

Nate’s lips curled into a playful smile, his breath warm against her ear as he leaned down, his lips brushing her cheek with a tenderness that caught her off guard.

“You agreed to be with me, yet you keep a distance from me. You make me always think about you. Isn’t that infuriating?”

Corrine froze, her mind momentarily blank, the sweetness of his words disarming her.

Her heart felt as if it were floating, overwhelmed by the sincerity and warmth behind his simple statement.

So this was what it felt like to be showered with a man’s sweet nothings.

Though her mind screamed for her to keep her composure, her heart betrayed her, sinking deeper into the moment, pulled in by his unexpected tenderness. Her eyelashes fluttered, her gaze turning slowly to meet his, her heart hammering wildly in her chest.

It was almost impossible to believe that a man with such a captivating presence had been single all these years.

With his influence, his undeniable charm, he could easily have anyone he wanted.

Could it be that there was something about him, some secret, that kept him from fully opening up to others?

Nate, sensing the sympathy in her eyes, furrowed his brows slightly.

“What are you thinking?”

“Nothing.” Corrine lowered her gaze, hiding the swirl of emotions that threatened to spill over.

Nate watched her for a moment, his eyes softening before he turned on the hairdryer.

His fingers slid through her silky hair, his touch gentle as he massaged her scalp, noticing the slight tremor in her body as he held her close.

“Quite sensitive.”

The bright glass window in the room, bathed in soft light, resembled a transparent mirror.

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Corrine watched as Nate held the hairdryer, his movements gentle and deliberate as he dried her hair. It was impossible not to notice that Nate possessed a face that could launch a thousand ships, making even the simplest tasks seem mesmerizing. Even holding a hairdryer, he exuded an effortless elegance, a natural nobility that seemed to shine through everything he did.

“If you keep looking at me like that, I won’t be able to resist,” Nate murmured, his hand holding a few strands of her wet hair. His voice, deep and smooth as velvet, stirred something within her, striking directly at her heart.

Corrine couldn’t help but turn around to glance at him, but before she could turn fully, his hand gently pressed her head back into place.

“Don’t move.” A comfortable silence settled between them, the hum of the hairdryer a soft backdrop to their stillness.

Corrine’s gaze wandered to the wardrobe, curiosity tugging at her.

“Did you prepare all the clothes in the wardrobe?”

“Yes,” Nate replied, his tone steady, almost as if the question had been expected.

“This place will be yours sooner or later.”

His words, simple yet certain, felt like a stone dropped into the still waters of her heart, sending ripples through her thoughts.

She turned her head, her mind racing as she stared at him, her lips parting slightly.

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