The Jilted Heiress' Return to the High Life - Chapter 563

Chapter 563:

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“No matter what happens, you still have me,” he murmured, his voice low and steady, each word sinking into her like a quiet vow.

His cool fingers traced along the curve of her brow, down to her cheek, as if memorizing every detail. The feather-light touch sent a shiver through her, a thrilling warmth blooming beneath her skin.

Corrine studied him for a moment, then her lips curled into a playful smile.

“When I need you, I won’t hesitate to ask.”

Before he could respond, she leaned in and captured his lips with hers.

The car continued its smooth journey through the night, eventually pulling into Celtis Estate.

Nate stepped out, lifting Corrine effortlessly into his arms once more before striding inside without a word.

Later, fresh from the shower, Corrine ran a towel through her damp hair as she settled in front of her laptop.

She opened her email, her eyes scanning the surveillance footage Jules had sent from the cemetery. Over and over, she replayed the clips, meticulously searching for even the smallest clue.

She refused to overlook a single detail.

With the Ford family’s influence in Lyhaton, tracking someone down should have been effortless.

Yet despite their reach, they had no lead on who had taken Kiley’s ashes. That could only mean one thing—the person behind this was more powerful than the Ford family itself.

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Just then, the bedroom door swung open, and Nate stepped inside.

“You’re still awake?” Corrine glanced up, surprised.

The room was dim, the only light coming from the soft glow of the laptop screen, casting shadows across her pale face. Fatigue was evident in her features, yet her focus remained unwavering.

Nate frowned.

“Go to sleep.”

His tone was calm, but the weight behind his words left no room for argument.

Corrine opened her mouth to protest, but before she could speak, Nate had already moved. He lifted her into his arms, catching her completely off guard.

A small gasp escaped her, and instinctively, she looped her arms around his neck.

“What are you doing?”

His sharp gaze flickered downward.

“Did you burn yourself?” His voice had turned cold, edged with something unreadable.

Corrine followed his line of sight, realizing he was looking at the faint red mark on her leg.

“I wasn’t paying attention while pouring water and ended up burning myself,” she admitted lightly, brushing it off as nothing.

But Nate’s expression darkened. His lips pressed into a thin line, his silence heavier than words.

Without another word, he carried her to the bed, setting her down gently before retrieving the first aid kit.

Kneeling on one knee, he took hold of her ankle, his fingers warm against her skin as he carefully applied ointment to the burn. His touch was tender, his movements slow and precise.

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