The Jilted Heiress' Return to the High Life - Chapter 385

Chapter 385:

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He observed the delicate flush on her cheeks, his eyes lighting up with an enchanting smile.

Gently, his fingers traced her now tender lips, his own curving into a playful grin, radiating a cheeky charm.

“Looks like we’ll need more practice,” he teased. Bruce, ignoring the treasure before him, foolishly clung to mere trifles. Bruce was truly blind!

Corrine, catching the humor in his tone, felt both mortified and irritated, her brow creasing as she gazed up at him.

From her angle, Nate’s impeccable jawline and the enticing swell of his Adam’s apple were striking. She impulsively bit his Adam’s apple in response.

At her action, Nate tensed, his embrace tightening around her.

As Corrine began to squirm, Nate said, “Stay still!”

His deep gaze held a warning of the risks involved with their flirtation, and knowing the dangers of teasing him, Corrine remained motionless in his arms.

Facing each other, their eyes locked, breaths mingling intimately.

Matias, sensing the shift in the atmosphere from the front seat, peeked back through the rearview mirror.

He caught a glimpse of his usually stoic boss, now relaxed against the seat, his shirt collar undone, his lips marked with lipstick—a rare sight of allure. To Matias, it appeared that Nate, typically reserved, was now under Corrine’s spell.

In that moment, Matias realized that not even the most composed men were immune to the charm of a captivating woman. Clearly, even Nate could be swayed.

Thirty minutes later, they reached Platinum Apartments.

As they entered, Nate paused in the foyer, observing Corrine retrieve a pair of men’s slippers from a cabinet. His expression shifted subtly, a hint of amusement in his eyes.

Noticing his intrigued look, Corrine offered a calm explanation.

“Jules insists I keep these here. He thinks it’s safer if it seems like I’m not living alone.”

Nate let out a resigned sigh.

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“You have a knack for shattering the illusion.” He had been fantasizing about their future together under one roof.

With a playful blink, Corrine responded, “Should I apologize for that?”

At a loss for words, Nate simply watched her.

“Head to the guest room and relax,” she suggested, pulling her hair up with a scrunchie.

Nate softly placed a stray hair back in place.

“And what will you be doing?”

“I’m going to prepare something for you to eat,” she answered.

“Why not come rest with me for a bit?” He caressed her earlobe, his touch lingering, teasing.

“I’ll behave, I promise.” His voice, low and inviting, vibrated near her ear.

Corrine’s eyes fluttered under the closeness of his whisper. Before she could object, Nate added, “Will you say no again?”

Hesitating only a moment, she found herself drawn closer by his embrace. His fresh, earthy fragrance surrounded her, overwhelming her senses.

Finally, Corrine sighed.

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