The Jilted Heiress' Return to the High Life - Chapter 430

Chapter 430:

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“Answer me, love.” Nate’s fingers brushed lightly over her cheek, tracing the soft curve of her face before settling beneath her chin.

Corrine pressed her lips together, then spoke with forced calm.

“Yeah… I ran after you and saw the elevator wasn’t working, so I figured it out.”

The truth was, when she first noticed someone moving in next door, a bold thought had flickered through her mind. She just hadn’t expected Nate to be reckless enough to actually follow through.

But last night, when she trailed behind him with the shopping bag and found the elevator wasn’t moving and the corridor empty, the only logical conclusion was that Nate was her new neighbor. And now, it seemed she had been right.

Nate let out a low chuckle.

“I got careless.”

He hadn’t expected Corrine to chase after him.

His gaze shifted to the shopping bag sitting on the cabinet by the entrance.

“What’s in there?”

“A suit for you,” Corrine answered.

“I saw it by chance and thought it would suit you, so I bought it. I’m not sure if the size is right, though. You might need to try it on, and if it doesn’t fit, I can make some adjustments.” After all, she wasn’t exactly a stranger to fashion design.

Nate pulled the box from the bag and lifted the lid, revealing a black suit embroidered with the sun, moon, and stars—a delicate balance of elegance and symbolism.

He recognized it instantly; he had watched the entire live stream just days ago.

“Hold on. I’ll try it on.”

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“Alright.”

As Nate stepped into the bathroom to change, Corrine settled onto the sofa, her gaze drifting over the interior of his home.

The entire space was a refined blend of black, white, and gray, exuding a quiet sophistication with a subtle touch of luxury. It suited him perfectly—cool, composed, effortlessly elegant.

A faint trace of ebony scent from the aromatherapy diffuser lingered in the air, mirroring the crisp, woody fragrance that always clung to Nate. The sound of approaching footsteps pulled her from her thoughts.

Corrine turned just as Nate stepped into view, a tie dangling from his fingers.

“Mind helping me with this?”

She hesitated for a brief second before reaching out. The fabric was smooth, cool to the touch, the deep black reflecting the same understated refinement as everything else in his home.

Taking a steadying breath, she stepped forward and looped the tie around his neck. Inevitably, her fingers brushed against him—a fleeting contact, yet it sent an unfamiliar sensation rippling through her. It was like striking a match against dry leaves; no matter how careful she was, sparks were bound to ignite.

Nate’s warm breath ghosted over her skin, sending heat rushing to her cheeks. She willed herself to finish quickly. But as she fumbled with the knot, her fingers trembled slightly, and a fine sheen of sweat formed on the bridge of her nose.

Nate’s gaze never wavered, his sharp eyes fixed on her. Her delicate eyes were slightly narrowed in concentration, the corners tilting upward just enough to exude a natural allure—any more, and it would have been outright flirtation. Even in silence, those eyes held a quiet captivation.

Her long lashes quivered ever so slightly, and in that moment, with the soft glow of light casting gentle shadows over her flawless features, she looked utterly mesmerizing.

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