The Jilted Heiress' Return to the High Life - Chapter 336

Chapter 336:

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Corrine raised her head slightly, her lips grazing his as she whispered, “I needed you to see how much Karina means to me.”

“And where does that leave me?” Nate questioned, his gaze intense, his tone hinting at ownership.

Corrine blinked softly, her eyes conveying a mix of emotions.

Nate’s touch shifted, his hand sliding to cradle the back of her neck, his fingers weaving through her hair to draw her nearer. He whispered, “Darling, what place do I hold in your heart?”

After a long silence, Corrine finally spoke.

“Before we met, I thought I was the unluckiest person alive. But now, it feels like every hardship I faced was just leading me to you.”

Her words sent a chill down Nate’s spine, as if ice had replaced the blood in his veins. Then, warmth slowly spread from his heart, reaching every corner of his body, awakening his senses.

His heart pounded.

“Say that again,” Nate demanded, his gaze locked onto hers.

But Corrine remained silent. Some feelings were too precious to be spoken twice. To her, the love she carried in silence meant more than any words ever could.

Undeterred, Nate pulled her into his arms and kissed her deeply.

“Please, Corrine, say it again.”

He playfully nuzzled her neck, his breath hot against her skin, sending a shiver through her.

From the front seat, Matias muttered under his breath, “This is unbearable.” After years at Nate’s side, he had never seen him lose his composure like this. If word got out, Nate’s dignified image would be ruined beyond repair.

“Sit up straight, Nate,” Corrine scolded, trying to rein in his excitement. But Nate only tightened his hold around her waist.

“Not until you say it again.”

Corrine let out a long sigh. The standoff continued, neither one backing down.

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Nate buried his face in the crook of her neck, his breath warm against her skin, sending ripples of comfort through her.

“Enough, get up,” Corrine said, a hint of irritation in her voice as she tried to push him away.

But Nate held firm, refusing to budge.

“Not until you say it again.”

“Are you seriously skipping work this afternoon?”

“Being with my wife is far more important. I love you.”

A faint blush crept onto Corrine’s cheeks.

“I’m not your wife!”

“You will be soon,” Nate teased, his voice light but filled with certainty. Once Corrine was safely inside her apartment, Nate tenderly caressed her cheek.

“I’ll be here to pick you up tomorrow evening.”

“Okay. Take care driving,” Corrine said.

“I will.”

Corrine watched him walk toward the elevator before she shut the door. She slipped into something more comfortable and walked toward the bathroom. The warm water in the tub caressed her skin, melting away the stress of her day.

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