The Jilted Heiress' Return to the High Life - Chapter 42

Chapter 42:

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“Do you want to join me in my room tonight?”

Surprised by his boldness, Corrine’s expression turned cold, her tone matching her chilly demeanor.

“That’s presumptuous of you! We’re hardly at a point where sharing a bed is appropriate!”

“I assumed your being in my room meant something more,” he replied, his smile growing as he noticed her flustered reaction.

“Remember, it’s just the two of us here, and I am, after all, just a man.” His mind was prone to wander in such situations.

Corrine’s anger melted away, leaving her feeling both startled and somewhat embarrassed.

“Wait, this is your room?”

Nate caught her surprised expression, a flicker of realization crossing his features. He realized he might have accidentally sabotaged a well-meaning setup by his grandmother. His grandmother had insisted on his staying here tonight for a reason. It appeared that the plot included not just Corrine but him as well. Knowing Evelyn’s wish for more family heirs, Nate realized the mistake of acting too hastily.

He looked away and said quietly, “I’ll take the room next door tonight, if that’s alright with you.”

“Let me take the next room instead.”

Corrine felt a twinge of discomfort as Nate courteously offered her his room. She turned quickly to exit the room after speaking.

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Nate quickly stepped in, blocking her way with his arm. Leaning closer, his faint yet captivating scent surrounded Corrine as he pulled her into a close embrace. His deep eyes, as dark as a starless night, locked onto hers.

“Corrine, what are we, exactly?”

Their closeness allowed them to share each breath and even the rhythm of their heartbeats.

Looking up, Corrine’s eyes met his, sparking an undeniable connection that held her captive. Her heart pounded wildly. She furrowed her brow and looked away, choosing silence over words.

“Hmm?” he whispered, his gaze intensifying as it fell on her tightly drawn lips. His voice, deep and slightly hoarse, slipped into her ears.

“Corrine, won’t you answer me?”

A heat rushed to Corrine’s ears, spreading a tingling sensation.

Drawing in a steadying breath, she masked her fluster with a cool facade.

“We should allow things to unfold naturally. Haste diminishes value.”

“And?” Nate arched an eyebrow, his interest piqued as he watched her closely.

Corrine’s nerves fluttered visibly, yet she steadied her voice.

“Didn’t you once say that winning a woman’s heart calls for sincerity, humility, initiative, thoughtfulness, and unwavering commitment? Have you forgotten your own advice?”

Nate let out a soft, melodious chuckle, warm and rich like the notes of a cello.

“So, Corrine, it seems you enjoy being wooed by me.”

Corrine struggled to find the right words, her expression a blend of irritation and embarrassment.

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