The Jilted Heiress' Return to the High Life - Chapter 432

Chapter 432:

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His eyes were deep, dark, and burning with something raw and unfiltered. It was a look that both ensnared and unraveled her all at once.

Her fingertips curled involuntarily.

She had imagined countless outcomes when she rang that doorbell tonight. From the moment she was pulled inside, she had known—she wouldn’t be walking away untouched.

Seeing the raw desire darkening his gaze, a part of her screamed to run. But another, softer voice—the one she had long silenced—whispered to stay. To let go. Just this once.

In the end, reason lost its battle. Nate kissed her again, and this time, Corrine didn’t resist.

Their breaths tangled, lingering, before Nate finally pulled back—just enough.

“Will you stay with me tonight?” His voice was whiskey-smooth, each word crisp yet laced with something impossible to resist.

Corrine’s eyelashes fluttered delicately against her cheeks as she maintained her silence.

Nate studied her with dark, penetrating eyes, a knowing smile tugging at the corners of his lips, even as calculation lurked beneath his warm expression.

“From the moment you crossed that threshold, your mind was already racing through the possibilities, wasn’t it?”

When no response came, Nate swept her into his arms with practiced ease, his long strides carrying them purposefully toward his bedroom.

The unlit chamber welcomed them, moonlight streaming through the uncurtained windows to paint silvery highlights across his sculpted features. Corrine settled onto the bed, drawing the blanket protectively to her chest. The whisper of fabric accompanied Nate’s disrobing, followed by the gentle depression of the mattress as he joined her. His muscled arm encircled her waist, drawing her against the firm planes of his body.

ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴜᴘᴅᴀᴛᴇꜱ ɪɴ ɢᴀʟɴᴏᴠᴇʟꜱ.ᴄᴏᴍ

Detecting the tension in her frame, Nate tightened his embrace and released a soft, knowing laugh.

“Easy now, love. You’re safe with me.”

He recognized her hesitation, understanding that guilt had likely driven her to his door tonight. Though desire coursed through him, taking advantage of her vulnerability felt wrong.

Besides, he had already claimed a small victory today.

Nate cradled her close, his palm resting warmly against her abdomen as his lips brushed her temple.

“Time for sleep, isn’t it? You’ve got work waiting tomorrow.”

Despite his warmth, slumber eluded Corrine.

Through the darkness, Nate’s voice emerged.

“Can’t sleep?”

After a moment’s pause, she murmured, “Perhaps it’s the unfamiliar bed.”

“Shall we watch something? Like a movie?” he asked.

“Something appropriate?” she ventured.

A low chuckle rumbled from his chest as he pressed his lips to her temple.

“What did you have in mind?”

Weariness roughened his deep voice as his lips grazed her earlobe.

Corrine clutched the blanket tighter, willing her racing heart to steady.

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