The Jilted Heiress' Return to the High Life - Chapter 292

Chapter 292:

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His laid-back delivery belied a strong sense of fierce determination and authority.

Corrine raised her eyes to meet his. His deep, intense gaze seemed to draw her in, as if it led to an abyss filled with secrets, sending a shiver through her. The intensity of their eye contact felt almost coercive, overwhelming her defenses.

Jules’ cautionary words unexpectedly resurfaced in her thoughts.

“Only whispers reach me. They say he hails from a sovereign land—a place beyond our reach, independent of any nation. Some refer to it as the Independent Continent. Corrine, keep your distance from him. He’s dangerous territory…” Yet, despite the warnings, how could Corrine ignore the growing affection for someone who showered her with such care and attention?

Her gaze lingered on Nate’s strikingly attractive features.

Spontaneously, she asked, “Nate, would you consider yourself a good man?”

A brief shadow passed through Nate’s eyes at her question.

“It depends on your perspective of right and wrong,” he said.

He placed his cup down, locking eyes with Corrine. A hint of threat played across his features.

“Is a good man considered evil after a single mistake, or is a bad man redeemed by one good act? What really makes someone good or bad?” His voice was smooth yet charged with a seductive danger.

A subtle smile played on Corrine’s lips, her eyes twinkling with mischief.

“I suppose it’s just as well that I’m not known for being decent either, and I’m certainly not fond of those who are deemed ‘good.'”

Nate’s expression shifted from shadowed to intrigued.

“What do you mean by that?” he asked, his smile broadening as he regarded her affectionately.

Corrine placed her fork down, gracefully picked up a napkin, and dabbed at her lips. She folded the napkin neatly and set it aside, every gesture reflecting her natural poise.

Gazing at Nate with a resolute sparkle in her eyes, she said, “We are destined for each other.”

Long before Nate could propose marriage or even before she fully grasped his complexities, Corrine had opportunities to leave without consequences. She had thought that learning Nate’s secrets might drive her away. Yet now, as she faced him, logic urged her to retreat, but her heart suggested she could gamble everything for this man who cherished her.

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She recalled their first encounter, where Nate had assured her that she was worthy of love. Throughout their time together, his actions had consistently affirmed his words. If Nate could approach her so freely, why shouldn’t she take a decisive step toward him?

As Corrine voiced her emotions, a whirlwind of thoughts engulfed Nate, leaving his mind reeling. He sat motionless, his dark eyes shimmering with an array of emotions that were difficult to pinpoint.

“Could you drive me back to the office?” Corrine asked, studying Nate’s inscrutable face.

“Certainly.”

At his agreement, Corrine rose and walked to the door. However, just as her hand reached for the knob, he grasped her arm and drew her into a tight embrace, as though trying to fuse her into his very essence.

“Promise…”

“Promise me you’ll never leave me.” His voice, deep and resonant, vibrated against her ear as he nestled his head in the crook of her neck, his lips grazing her temple.

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