The Jilted Heiress' Return to the High Life - Chapter 193

Chapter 193:

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The room was filled with the delicate scent of her fragrance—subtle, not overpowering—but it lingered, teasing Nate’s senses, pulling at him in ways he couldn’t ignore.

In the quiet darkness, Nate shook his head in frustration. He never anticipated losing control like this tonight.

His gaze flickered to the peaceful form of Corrine, asleep beside him, her breathing even and serene. With a barely audible sigh, he admired how effortlessly this carefree woman fell into slumber.

Gently, he lifted the blanket and stepped away, leaving the room as quietly as he could. If he didn’t leave now, he wasn’t sure how much longer he could control himself.

Corrine heard the soft shuffle of his footsteps, deliberately muted, and a smile tugged at her lips.

She couldn’t quite make sense of this man—sometimes he was assertive and commanding, but at the most critical moments, he seemed to hold himself back, maintaining that gentlemanly composure.

Just like tonight. If he had truly wanted her, there would have been no way for her to resist. This was his home, after all, and she hadn’t exactly been opposed to the idea.

But he hadn’t pushed further, choosing instead to honor her wishes when it mattered most.

The next morning, Corrine casually selected a chic, cream-colored business suit. The top, paired with a white silk camisole, hugged her figure delicately, while the knee-length pencil skirt added an air of understated allure. As she walked, her long, slender legs commanded attention, every step graceful and deliberate.

“Good morning, Miss Holland,” Tanya greeted her with a warm smile, her eyes sparkling.

“Mr. Hopkins is waiting for you in the dining room.”

Corrine offered a slight nod and made her way to the dining room. At the sound of her footsteps, Nate lowered his phone and lifted his gaze. When his eyes landed on Corrine, they softened, a smile forming in his eyes.

“Let’s eat first,” he said, his voice warm.

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“I’ll drive you to the office later.”

“Okay,” Corrine replied, settling into her seat without haste, her gaze drifting over the spread of food before her. As expected, everything laid out was her favorite.

Nate placed a piece of pancake on her plate, his tone casual as he asked, “How about you stay at Celtis Estate for a while?”

Corrine shook her head slightly, her voice light.

“You can’t always protect me.”

“Why can’t I?” Nate shot back, a flicker of curiosity in his eyes.

Corrine took a bite of the pancake and glanced up at him, a playful glint in her eyes.

“Do you like the idea of an ideal homemaker?”

Nate didn’t hesitate, answering with a firmness that matched the steady rhythm of his voice.

“No, I don’t.”

Corrine’s eyebrows arched slightly as she observed Nate across the table. Rising from his seat, Nate moved to place a bowl of cereal in front of her. He settled back down, his movements slow and deliberate, picking up a napkin to wipe his fingers clean. His deep voice broke the silence, calm yet intense.

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