The Jilted Heiress' Return to the High Life - Chapter 582

Chapter 582:

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“Still upset?” she whispered.

Nate lowered his head slightly, his cool breath mingling with hers.

“I’m just wondering when you’ll trust me more,” he responded, his tone dejected.

He knew she would rather face danger alone than ask for his help right away.

“I do trust you,” Corrine asserted, breaking free from Nate’s embrace. She propped herself up on her hands and looked down at him. Her brow furrowed slightly, as if deep in thought.

In truth, Corrine rarely let anyone into her life, but Nate was an exception. She hadn’t expected this strong, assertive man to burst into her world and bring a warmth she never knew she needed.

“It’s just that, over the years, I’ve gotten used to relying only on myself,” she explained softly.

After being taken in by the Ford family as a child, Corrine had spent a long time finding her footing. Every day felt like a tightrope walk. She worried that one misstep would lead to rejection all over again.

Although the Fords treated her well, it couldn’t fill the void left by her past. Being abandoned by the Holland family at such a young age had taught her to stand on her own two feet rather than depend on others. Even when others showed her kindness, she still found it difficult to rely on anyone. In her eyes, no one was more dependable than herself.

Corrine’s gaze held a hint of hesitation.

“I was really happy you came in time today,” she added after a long pause, struggling to find the right words to thank him.

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Nate wrapped his arms around her again and gently caressed her cheek.

“When the girlfriend is in danger, it’s the boyfriend’s job to be there.” His deep voice carried a touch of a smile.

“There aren’t that many obligations in life,” Corrine said, her tone softening as she studied him.

“You never owed me anything, so there’s no such duty.”

Nate’s gaze deepened as he looked into her beautiful, clear eyes.

“But I want to,” he said, his Adam’s apple bobbing.

With that, he brushed her cheek and kissed her lips. His breath was gentle yet commanding, surrounding Corrine in an inescapable warmth.

The next moment, the hem of her nightgown lifted under his exploring hand, making her skin tingle. His kisses moved lower, and after a while, he rested his forehead against hers.

“Go to sleep now,” he murmured in a deep, magnetic voice, his eyes smoldering with desire.

Corrine lay in his arms, her heart tumultuous. Although they had shared a bed several times, their relationship had remained unconsummated. Nate always respected her boundaries, putting her comfort first, and that steady reassurance touched her more than she could say.

In the quiet room, their synchronized breathing was the only sound.

“Nate, what if I said I’m ready… for that?” Corrine suddenly blurted.

She immediately regretted it and bit her lip in embarrassment.

When there was no response, she assumed Nate must have fallen asleep. She breathed a tiny sigh of relief and nearly closed her eyes when she heard his voice.

“Can’t wait, can you?” he teased.

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