The Jilted Heiress' Return to the High Life - Chapter 237

Chapter 237:

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The woman froze for a moment, her perfectly applied makeup faltering slightly as embarrassment and awkwardness flashed across her face. Her eyes swept over Corrine from head to toe, and a fleeting look of disdain crossed her features. She had just thrown herself at Nate, only to be rejected, so what possible chance could the woman before her have?

However, Corrine didn’t flinch at the woman’s mocking gaze. She walked past her with cool composure.

When the woman saw Corrine step inside, she didn’t leave immediately. Instead, she lingered by the door, eager to see how the scene would unfold. To her astonishment, not only did Nate not throw Corrine out, but he actually pulled her into his arms.

In the blink of an eye, the woman’s face morphed, her expression a perfect storm of disbelief.

Corrine noticed her gaze, and slowly, she lifted her eyelids, locking eyes with the woman. A faint, sly smile curled her crimson lips, as if daring the woman to look away.

The woman’s pupils constricted, and in a whirlwind of humiliation and rage, she quickly averted her eyes and stormed out.

Once the door clicked shut behind her, the brief surge of satisfaction Corrine had felt slowly dissipated. Indifferent now, she casually brushed Nate’s hand off her waist and lowered herself to the seat beside him. She picked up the glass of wine from the table, swirling it absently before taking a delicate sip.

Nate watched her in silence for a moment before suddenly reaching out to pull her onto his lap. In one swift motion, he snatched the wine glass from her hand, setting it back on the table with quiet authority.

Caught off guard, Corrine felt a quick, almost disorienting lift as she found herself seated in his lap. Her brows furrowed, and instinctively, she tried to shift away, but his arm snaked around her waist, pulling her back into his embrace with unwavering strength.

Corrine met his gaze, the air between them thickening with unspoken tension. Her expression remained composed, her eyebrows arched in silent inquiry as she met his gaze, her eyes asking, “What are you doing?”

Nate’s hand rested on her slender waist, his touch lingering for a moment longer than necessary. He exhaled slowly, the restlessness in his eyes barely contained.

“What did I do to upset you?” His voice softened, a hint of frustration beneath the calm.

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“Tell me. Why sulk and torture yourself?”

“Did you upset me?” Corrine shot back, her tone sharper than intended. Nate’s gaze never wavered from her face, a playful smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

“Didn’t I?”

With a flat expression, Corrine replied, “No.”

“Then let’s stay like this,” Nate said, his voice low and steady.

“When you’re ready to talk, we can go eat something.”

Corrine’s frown deepened as she tried to shift away, her body tensing in resistance.

“Let me go.”

“No.”

She fixed him with a steady gaze, her eyes slowly scanning his form. His shirt collar was carelessly unbuttoned, revealing the smooth line of his Adam’s apple and the sharp cut of his collarbones. Nate’s usual relaxed charm, the effortless confidence he wore like a second skin, seemed almost deliberate today—as if he were trying too hard to be noticed by every woman who walked past him.

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