The Jilted Heiress' Return to the High Life - Chapter 466

Chapter 466:

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Nate watched her, curled up like a fragile creature bracing against the storm.

Even now, she would rather endure in silence than reveal any weakness before him.

“There usually is no antidote for this kind of drug,” Nate stated coolly, shattering the tense silence between them.

Corrine’s body stiffened. Her fingers clenched the blanket tightly as she swallowed hard. Her voice barely rose above a whisper.

“What now?”

His response was unhesitant.

“You need my help.”

The words crashed into her like a wave, leaving her momentarily stunned.

Before she could process them, she felt the warmth of his body pressing against her back. A tremor ran through her. The heat radiating from him seeped into her, and a soft, involuntary sigh escaped her lips.

Her already crumbling rationality shattered.

Without thinking, she turned, pressing herself against his chest; seeking something—anything—to soothe the unbearable ache within her. Her hands clutched at his shirt, her movements desperate and instinctive. Nate tensed beneath her touch, his dark eyes deepening as he looked down at her.

Corrine clung to Nate as if he were the only solid thing in a world spinning out of control.

Overwhelmed by the fire coursing through her veins, she reached for him instinctively, her lips finding his in a chaotic, fevered kiss. Nate’s body went rigid as he glanced down at Corrine, barely conscious in his arms.

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Her flushed cheeks, her dazed, unfocused eyes—she was both innocent and dangerous, a contradiction that tempted and unsettled him. He had never seen her like this before.

“Nate…” Her voice trembled as she buried her face in his shoulder, a quiet sob caught in her throat.

“I feel so uncomfortable…”

She was losing herself, slipping further into the drug’s merciless grip. What was she supposed to do? She had been so careful, so meticulous. Yet, one careless touch of the glass rim had unraveled everything.

It was a miscalculation she had never accounted for.

Nate had never seen Corrine cry before. A pang of unfamiliar emotion tightened in his chest as he reached out, his fingers brushing away the tears clinging to the corners of her eyes. His deep, magnetic voice resonated through the silence.

“Do you want it?”

Corrine lifted her gaze to meet his. The unwavering determination that usually shone in her eyes had vanished, replaced by a fragile glimmer—like a delicate flower caught in a storm.

“Nate, I feel so awful. Can you help me, please?” Her voice was barely above a whisper, trembling with vulnerability. The heat consuming her felt unbearable, melting her from the inside out.

A low chuckle rumbled in Nate’s chest as he pressed a light kiss to her forehead.

“You are not thinking clearly right now,” he murmured.

He knew her well enough to understand that if she crossed this line in such a state, she might regret it when morning came. And regret was the last thing he wanted etched into her memory of this night.

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