The Jilted Heiress' Return to the High Life - Chapter 279

Chapter 279:

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As their lips met, Nate wrapped an arm around her waist, lifted her onto his lap, and pressed her against the seat, taking control.

Nate had never expected to become so captivated by a woman. Being near Corrine ignited a desire in him to always want more, to keep her close and watch over her constantly.

His grandfather had always warned him against falling for anyone, warning him that love could become a vulnerability.

However, Nate now rejected that advice, choosing instead to embrace his feelings for Corrine fully. If Corrine wanted it, he was ready to turn his entire world upside down for her.

Nate didn’t stop the kiss until he felt Corrine was on the verge of suffocating. Her face was warm with a rosy tint as Nate’s fingers gently clasped the back of her neck, their foreheads close enough to share secrets, their noses just grazing each other.

Then, unexpectedly, Nate’s laughter filled the air.

Looking up in confusion, Corrine met Nate’s gaze.

Nate chuckled, his eyes gleaming with mischief.

“I think I have a better understanding of the story—Helen of Troy.”

His dark eyes held an affection that was impossible to put into words, and the soft smile on his lips made it nearly impossible to look away.

Corrine’s eyebrow arched playfully as she asked, “Isn’t there a fear in you that I might just ruin your kingdom?”

“My kingdom is well-prepared to handle the chaos you bring,” Nate responded with a warm chuckle.

Engrossed in their intimate exchange, Nate and Corrine remained oblivious to the outside world, where the Ashton family faced increasing public disapproval.

Some things don’t call for understanding, especially when an outsider interferes in a relationship. This was evident when the scandal at the anniversary celebration exploded, thrusting Leah into the center of a social media frenzy, facing harsh and personal criticism.

Driven by rage, Leah secluded herself in her bedroom, violently smashing her belongings in an attempt to calm herself. However, her fury remained relentless.

Her eyes landed on the fruit knife in a bowl. Grabbing it, she hacked furiously at an apple, each strike punctuated by a furious, “Bitch! Bitch! Bitch!”

gⲁ𝗅𝓝𝗈ν𝖊𝗅𝘀.𝗰0𝗺´ 𝘾𝒽𝓮𝒸𝓀 𝒶𝓾𝓉𝒽 𝓬𝓸𝓹𝓎

A knock at her door paused her assault; her mother’s worried voice floated through, saying, “Leah, are you there? Bruce is waiting outside.”

A quick glance at the disarray around her and the blood-tainted knife in her hand prompted Leah to hastily start cleaning.

Meanwhile, outside her door, Sonia Burgess, alarmed by the silence, knocked even harder.

“Leah? Do you hear me? Please, Leah.”

Next to her, Bruce’s expression was fraught with concern as he forcefully knocked, attempting to open the door.

“Leah, open up. It’s Bruce.” He was about to force the door open when it suddenly swung wide.

Leah stood in front of Bruce, dressed in a white dress. Tears had streaked her pale face, and the marks from Corrine’s slaps stood out on her cheeks, red and swollen. She looked like a flower beaten down by the storm.

“Bruce…” Her voice cracked with a heartbreaking rasp as she leaned into his chest, her tears threatening to spill.

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