The Jilted Heiress' Return to the High Life - Chapter 562

Chapter 562:

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The moment she stepped outside, her steps faltered. A black Rolls-Royce sat in the parking lot, its sleek frame reflecting the dim glow of the streetlights.

Her heart skipped a beat.

Nate hadn’t left?

He stood beside the vehicle, one hand tucked casually into his pocket. Dressed in a sharp black suit, he radiated effortless, commanding presence. The streetlight cast a soft glow around him, outlining his striking features in a way that made him seem almost unreal.

His eyes were fixed on his phone as he replied to a message, but as if sensing her gaze, he looked up.

The cold detachment in his eyes vanished the moment they met hers, replaced by something softer. A quiet smile tugged at his lips.

Something inside Corrine eased. Maybe it was his presence, or maybe it was instinct, but before she knew it, her feet were moving. Leaving Waldo behind, she walked straight to Nate.

She didn’t speak. Didn’t hesitate. She simply stepped forward and buried herself in his arms.

Nate’s arm curled around her shoulders with an ease that made it feel like he’d been waiting for this exact moment. His voice, deep and steady, held a warmth that sent a quiet shiver through her.

“Tired?”

Corrine leaned into him, letting his presence ground her.

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“Why didn’t you leave?”

She had assumed he would be gone after dropping her off at the hospital. Instead, he had stayed.

“I was worried about you,” he said, his tone as calm as ever—yet something in it made her heart tighten.

She lifted her head, their eyes meeting in the hush of the night.

And without thinking, she rose onto her toes and kissed him.

The kiss was unpolished, a hesitant meeting of lips, but it ignited a slow burn in Nate like a match striking dry wood.

His hand slid from her shoulder to her waist, tightening his hold as if he had no intention of letting her go.

A short distance away, inside the car, Matias sat with a look of quiet resignation.

“Perhaps I should leave,” he muttered to himself.

After the kiss, Corrine’s lips were slightly swollen, tinged with a delicate shade of red. She leaned against Nate, her breath still uneven, her fingers absently smoothing the wrinkles she had left on his shirt.

Nate pressed a lingering kiss to her forehead, and then, without hesitation, bent down and scooped her into his arms. Holding her close, he turned swiftly and carried her to the car.

Inside, Corrine rested her head against his shoulder, her body naturally molding into him.

Nate gently took her hand, prying her fingers open before threading his own between them. With his other arm, he pulled her even closer, settling her securely in his embrace.

Corrine shifted slightly, lifting her gaze to meet his.

Nate’s dark eyes were deep and unfathomable, like endless shadows filled with an intoxicating tenderness. There was something in them—something impossible to resist. It pulled her in, a silent promise, a force that left her breathless.

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