The Jilted Heiress' Return to the High Life - Chapter 386

Chapter 386:

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“Saying yes might make me appear too eager.”

“Eager, you say?” Nate responded with a laugh, lifting her chin gently. He dipped closer, his kiss light as air.

“Your restraint, on the other hand, is torture for me.”

Corrine raised an eyebrow.

“Is that a complaint?”

He pressed his face into her neck, his breath warming her skin.

“Not at all. I relish every obstacle you set before me. Winning your heart is just a matter of time.”

Her lips curled into a slight smile.

Without warning, Nate lifted her effortlessly and made his way to the guest room.

“Have you turned into some sort of rogue, Nate?” Corrine half-joked, her laughter mingling with protest.

“Rogue?” Nate murmured, slowing his steps, a hint of amusement on his face. His smirk deepened.

“Perhaps I should act the part, then?”

Corrine was at a loss for words. Such an absurd conversation.

She suddenly found herself on the bed, caught in his embrace.

The room fell silent, sparking her imagination. She lay with her cheek against his chest, feeling his warmth through the fabric. His clean, heady scent quickened her heartbeat.

Then, his hand moved to her back, his fingertips drawing languid circles along her spine, causing her to tense.

Noticing her reaction, Nate’s grin grew.

“Are you afraid of me?”

Without saying a word, Corrine pressed her palms against his chest and nudged him gently, seeking to put some space between them.

Nate’s eyes softened as he observed her quivering lashes, a trace of a smile playing at the edge of his lips. He bowed his head to leave a tender kiss on her forehead.

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“Relax. I’ll wait for your clear consent before crossing any boundaries.”

Corrine, relieved by his assurance, let out a quiet sigh.

Nate’s voice lowered, saying, “Just don’t keep me waiting too long, Con.”

Never before had he given anyone such intense attention, not even a woman. To him, Corrine stood out as the singular, extraordinary exception.

Nate was aware that he could easily attract many women with a simple gesture, much like a celebrity drawing crowds. However, none had impacted him as profoundly as Corrine had when she walked into his life.

He recognized her irreplaceable place in his life. To him, she was one of a kind, a treasure that came once and never again, irreplaceable and impossible to imitate.

For her, he was prepared to exercise a level of patience and resolve he had never needed before.

“I’m exhausted,” Nate murmured, feeling weary.

Corrine offered no reply, merely closing her eyes and settling more comfortably against him.

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