The Jilted Heiress' Return to the High Life - Chapter 467

Chapter 467:

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Corrine seemed to sense his hesitation. Her arms wrapped around him like a snake ensnaring its prey, her lips tracing a slow, burning path from his chin to his lips, finally lingering at his Adam’s apple. Her breath was warm against his skin as she whispered, “I will not regret it…”

Nate’s gaze darkened, the flickering restraint in his eyes quickly unraveling.

A beat passed. Then another. And finally, he lost the battle with himself. With a swift motion, he rolled over, pinning her beneath him. His lips crashed onto hers, fierce and urgent.

Corrine gasped against his mouth, her body going weak beneath his touch, like a fish struggling for air. His hands found her, drawing a soft shudder from her as she instinctively tensed.

“Do not be afraid…” His cool, husky voice soothed her, his lips pressing featherlight kisses along her temple.

The room filled with warmth and a tenderness that wrapped around them like an unspoken promise.

Corrine felt her toes curl as if something inside her had snapped—a tension giving way to something deeper, something intoxicating. Her eyes widened, pupils darkening with the rush of emotions swirling within her.

She had no idea how much time passed before the room finally settled into silence, the air thick with the lingering scent of intimacy. Nate scooped her into his arms, carrying her out of the bathroom and gently laying her back on the bed.

Corrine wasted no time cocooning herself in the blanket, wrapping it tightly around her body like armor.

A smirk played at Nate’s lips as his gaze locked on her.

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“You have used me and now pretend it never happened?”

Corrine pursed her lips, her voice muffled beneath the covers.

“No.” She wasn’t trying to deny anything—it was just that now, with her mind clear, awkwardness settled over her like a heavy mist. She didn’t know how to face him at this moment.

The bed dipped as Nate sat beside her, his voice carrying a teasing edge.

“Was my service unsatisfactory?”

His deep, husky tone still held traces of lingering desire.

Corrine buried her face further into the blanket, her head shaking slightly.

“It’s not that.”

After a moment, she forced herself to turn toward him. But as soon as her gaze landed on his lips—those velvety lips that had just helped her—heat rushed to her face.

Clearing her throat, she hesitated before speaking softly.

“Actually… you could have not used that method to help me.”

Nate had used his mouth to help her instead of actually crossing the line. But since they were in a relationship, Corrine thought sex was bound to happen eventually. It had only been a matter of time.

Nate’s dark eyes studied her for a long moment before amusement tugged at the corner of his mouth.

“Getting what you want and then playing coy?”

Corrine’s fingers brushed over the faint scratch marks on his chest, tracing them absently.

“No, I am not,” she murmured.

“I just think… it was inevitable.”

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