The Jilted Heiress' Return to the High Life - Chapter 35

Chapter 35:

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Their eyes met without warning, and Corrine caught a glimpse of herself reflected in his dark pupils.

Her heart stuttered, as if caught in a vice, and began to race wildly. A delicate blush crept across her cheeks, betraying her composure.

“Do you always throw caution to the wind like this?” Nate’s deep, velvety voice murmured near her ear, the timbre sending shivers down her spine.

His warm breath caressed the strands of hair near her temple, an electric current jolting her senses and making her body tense instinctively.

It was only when Nate loosened his grip slightly that Corrine seized the opportunity to step out of his arms. She straightened, her voice soft but tinged with defiance.

“It wasn’t recklessness. The cobblestones are just too slippery.”

Nate’s lips curled into a teasing smile as he noticed the lingering flush on her cheeks. His voice carried a playful lilt.

“Ah, so you’re suggesting we pave the entire path instead?”

Corrine pursed her lips and opted for silence, crouching to retrieve the plant from the shattered pot.

Her fingers delicately brushed the soil from the roots, and a faint, unguarded smile softened her face.

“Thankfully, the roots are unharmed.”

Nate crouched beside her, his gaze steady and unusually tender, a quiet warmth flickering in his eyes—one he rarely allowed anyone to see.

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But his expression darkened when his eyes fell on Corrine’s hands. Without warning, he grabbed her wrist, his brows knitting together in concern. Corrine blinked in surprise and followed his gaze to find a thin, barely noticeable scratch on her wrist—a mark she hadn’t even realized was there.

“It’s nothing,” she said dismissively, rubbing the cut on her sleeve as though that would erase it.

Nate, however, remained silent. His jaw tightened slightly before he swiftly swept her into his arms, standing with an ease that left Corrine breathless.

“The plant!” she gasped, her arms instinctively wrapping around his neck. Her forehead brushed against his lips in the movement, the brief contact freezing him in place for a fraction of a second.

Nate’s body stiffened, but he continued walking, his stride resolute and unyielding.

Once inside the living room, he gently set Corrine down on the sofa and disappeared momentarily, returning with a first aid kit in hand.

“I can handle it,” Corrine said, glancing at the kit as if it were unnecessary. She hadn’t paid much mind to the scratch—if anything, she would have ignored it entirely had Nate not noticed.

But Nate’s focus was unwavering, his movements meticulous as he opened the kit. The tenderness in his actions tugged at something deep within Corrine, softening her resistance.

“This might sting a little,” Nate murmured, kneeling on one knee in front of her. His strong yet careful hands worked efficiently, holding a pair of tweezers as though tending to something infinitely precious.

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