The Jilted Heiress' Return to the High Life - Chapter 415

Chapter 415:

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He was above her, his weight pressing her into the mattress, leaving no space between them.

Corrine’s gaze snapped upward, only to be captured by the dark intensity in his eyes.

For a moment, it felt like her heartbeat and breath had slipped from her control. Her fingers trembled slightly before curling into the fabric of his shirt, as if grasping for something solid.

Nate reached up, brushing a stray lock of hair from her face with a touch far softer than she expected. His fingers traced a slow path along her cheek before stopping just at the corner of her lips.

“So,” he murmured, his voice low and teasing.

“Should we do something about this?”

The question sent a wave of heat up Corrine’s spine, leaving her too flustered to form a response.

Nate took in the flicker of hesitation in her eyes, his own gaze filled with quiet amusement. A soft chuckle escaped him.

“Relax. I was just messing with you.” Without warning, he shifted onto his side, pulling her effortlessly into his arms.

Corrine hesitated for a moment before settling against him, her ear resting over his heartbeat. The steady rhythm should have soothed her, but sleep remained elusive.

No matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t push Evelyn’s words from her mind. She had only mentioned Nate’s past in passing, but Corrine knew that only Nate himself could understand the weight of everything he’d endured.

A strange ache settled in her chest.

It was so overwhelming that, just for a moment, she wanted to forget her reservations—to reach out, to hold him, to take away his pain.

“Nate, are you still awake?” she whispered hesitantly.

His response came almost instantly, “Yes.”

The husky timbre of his voice wrapped around her like warmth in the dark, a sound that had a way of pulling her in.

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Corrine swallowed, trying to steady the fluttering in her chest. She cleared her throat before softly asking, “Do you… still mean what you said earlier?” Her words lingered between them, unanswered.

Then, after a long pause, Nate shifted closer, his breath warm against the shell of her ear.

“Babe, are you inviting me?”

Corrine’s mind went blank. Was she inviting trouble?

“I changed my mind,” Corrine stammered, her words barely escaping as she fought against the hold Nate had on her.

She twisted in his grip, attempting to break free, but before she could make a move, Nate swiftly flipped her back onto the bed, pinning her down again.

One arm was braced above her head, while the other grasped her chin with possessive firmness, holding her in place.

“Once words are spoken,” he murmured, his voice rich and smooth, filled with an undeniable pull, “they are like water spilled from a cup. You can’t take them back.”

His tone sent a shiver through her, making her heart race even faster.

Corrine’s breath hitched as her fingers instinctively curled into the firm expanse of his chest.

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