The Jilted Heiress' Return to the High Life - Chapter 468
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Chapter 468:
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His hand stilled against her cheek.
“Tonight, I held back,” he said, his voice laced with quiet intensity.
“I am waiting for the day you choose to be with me—without hesitation, without any external influence.”
His fingers trailed gently over her brows, his touch reverent.
“I want you to make that choice… fully aware and entirely yours.”
Corrine’s heart fluttered at his words.
She understood exactly what Nate meant. He wanted a choice made without hesitation—one that was absolute, unwavering, and free of regret.
Her gaze softened as she looked at him.
Through all their interactions, it was as if he had peeled back layer after layer of her defenses, unraveling the person beneath.
Every word he spoke seemed to reach straight into her soul, breaking through her carefully built walls and filling the cracks with warmth.
“You can never leave me,” she murmured, her composure slipping. Before she could stop herself, she threw herself into his arms.
Nate caught her without hesitation, his arms locking around her waist in a firm yet protective embrace.
“I will not. Nate will always belong to Corrine.”
She was the rose that had ensnared him, the cure to his solitude.
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And he? He would follow her anywhere, forever devoted.
A soft emotion swelled in Corrine’s chest at his words, but before she could linger in the moment, Nate suddenly asked, “If I had not shown up tonight, what were you planning to do?”
She stiffened slightly, caught off guard.
Nate sat before her, his body still damp, a towel slung low around his waist. The marks of her nails and kisses traced his skin, yet a chilling aura radiated from him.
Corrine held his gaze for a long moment before finally speaking, her voice light but deliberate.
“To be honest, I did not expect the effects of that stuff to be so strong…”
Nate’s expression remained unreadable.
“And now? What do you plan to do next?”
Her brows knitted slightly.
“Since she went to such lengths to set this up, there is no doubt she has more plans waiting. The best way to deal with her is to use her own schemes against her—to flip the script.”
If Rita wanted to ruin her, she would undoubtedly need the help of the media.
Corrine could already see it—by the time the cruise ship docked in Pinetree City the next morning, reporters would be waiting, led straight to her by someone Rita had arranged in advance.
“Maybe Rita has learned from her past mistakes and become more cautious,” Corrine murmured.
“Even going as far as lacing the rim of the glass…”
She had been so sure she had outmaneuvered Rita, yet her overconfidence had left a crack wide enough for Rita to exploit. Nate’s jaw tightened. His voice, low and controlled, carried an edge of frustration.
“Do you have any idea how terrified I was when I couldn’t find you earlier tonight? You should have told me. Something like this is not something you should face alone. You are not alone. I am here. I will be your shield against the storm and the blade in your hand when you need to strike.”
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