The Jilted Heiress' Return to the High Life - Chapter 579

Chapter 579:

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The assassin’s expression hardened. He shot her one last glance before reaching up and switching off his earpiece.

Corrine could see it—the shift in his stance, the calculation in his eyes. He was preparing to escape. She had a choice. Strike now or let him go. Before she could make her move, he changed tactics. The dagger flashed again, his attack sharper, more vicious.

Corrine was no fool. She read the murderous intent in his eyes and swiftly stepped back.

And in that split second, he seized his chance—bursting through the door and vanishing into the night.

Corrine, determined not to let the assailant escape, pursued him vigorously. As she neared the stairwell, a firm grip suddenly seized her wrist.

“Don’t follow him,” Nate whispered harshly into her ear. His frown was deep, his eyes scanning her anxiously.

“Are you alright? Did you get hurt?”

“I’m fine,” Corrine assured him, her movement subtle as she tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear.

Yet, Nate noticed every slight motion she made. He held her chin while his fingers gently pushed aside the strands at her neck. Corrine flinched instinctively.

“Stay still,” Nate’s command carried both authority and a gentle concern, making it difficult for her to protest.

As he brushed her hair aside, a wound on her neck was fully exposed. Blood seeped from the gash, trickling down her neck’s contour. The vivid red of the blood starkly contrasted against her unblemished skin, creating a disturbing yet mesmerizing image.

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Nate’s expression grew even more concerned. Without speaking, he led Corrine into his apartment.

Inside, his silence continued, his lips pressed into a thin line as he meticulously treated her wound. The moment the antiseptic grazed her skin, Corrine winced from the stinging pain.

“It does hurt, huh?” Nate’s voice was tinged with irritation.

Despite his tone, his touch became gentler, his care evident as he tended to her.

Corrine looked up at him, lightly pulling at his sleeve.

“Are you mad at me?” she asked.

“No,” he responded curtly.

“Liar,” she teased, mimicking his earlier action by cupping his chin and compelling him to look at her.

“If you’re not mad, prove it. Look me in the eye and say it.”

Her eyes sparkled with a playful challenge, her eyebrows raised as if daring him to deceive her.

Nate met her gaze, his eyes intensifying.

He narrowed his eyes slightly, kneeled on one knee on the couch, and leaned in close, trapping her between his body and the back of the sofa. Corrine was enveloped by his distinct, masculine scent, her breath hitching. Her eyelashes fluttered, yet she maintained her poise, her chin lifted defiantly.

“Can’t you just stop being mad?” she pleaded softly.

Eventually, Nate’s demeanor softened. His hand found her slender waist, pulling her closer as he tilted her chin to kiss her. The kiss was intense and consuming, fueled by possessiveness.

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