The Jilted Heiress' Return to the High Life - Chapter 508

Chapter 508:

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Nate’s gaze lingered on her face, his eyes holding a promise of something more as his lips curved into a subtle smile.

“Before we go, make sure everything is taken care of on your end.”

Everything she needed to take care of…

The thought triggered a sudden memory—she had to pick up Alina next week.

A soft sigh escaped her as she nestled against Nate’s shoulder.

“I do have a few things to handle.”

“There’s no hurry.”

He ran his fingers through her hair, the motion soothing and unhurried.

Corrine hesitated before looking up at him.

“Why the sudden idea? What made you think of taking me there?”

Was it because of what she’d asked him earlier?

Nate lifted her chin with two fingers, tipping her face up toward his.

“I’d rather show you than tell you,” he murmured before pressing his lips to hers again.

The kiss deepened, stealing her breath.

The lingering coolness in the room was swallowed up by the heat pulsing between them.

Pinned beneath him, Corrine felt herself sinking—into the kiss, into him.

𝗟𝗲𝗴𝗶𝘁 𝗲𝗱𝗶𝘁 𝗳𝗿𝗼𝗺: g⍶𝗅𝗇𝗈ν𝖊𝗅𝘀﹐ⅽ𝗼𝗺

Her head spun, her body responding instinctively, though her movements were uncertain, almost hesitant.

When she finally opened her eyes, she found Nate’s gaze fixed on her.

His dark, fathomless eyes burned with something deep and unrelenting, as if he could consume her whole.

It was the kind of look that left no room for escape—only surrender.

Corrine’s lashes fluttered. Her breath hitched.

“Get some rest.”

His voice was low, rough, laced with restraint.

Then, in the next instant, he rolled off her.

Corrine blinked, momentarily stunned. Propping herself up slightly, she watched as he moved away from the bed.

“Nate…”

Before she could say another word, the bathroom door shut with a firm click.

For a moment, she simply stared at the closed door. Then, unable to help herself, she buried her face in the covers and let out a quiet laugh.

By the time Nate emerged from the bathroom, Corrine was already curled up beneath the blankets, her breathing deep and steady.

Moving with practiced quietness, he approached the bed, his gaze softening at the sight of her sleeping form.

Unable to resist, he reached out and brushed his fingertips lightly over her cheek. The moment his skin met hers, Corrine’s eyes flew open.

At first, her gaze was sharp—guarded.

But the instant recognition set in, the cold edge vanished, replaced by a quiet warmth.

“Go back to sleep.”

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