The Jilted Heiress' Return to the High Life - Chapter 74

Chapter 74:

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Bruce’s face hardened as he recalled Corrine’s behavior, his eyes narrowing with residual anger.

“I know I share the blame for how Corrine ended up like this. I’m honestly concerned about her.” Leah bit her lip, her eyes glistening as she added, “Bruce, aren’t you the least bit curious about the man in the car? And how Corrine got into Lonsong Restaurant so effortlessly today? Maybe she’s hit a rough patch and turned to someone powerful for help…”

Bruce cut her off sharply, saying, “No! Corrine might be ruthless, but she isn’t that desperate!”

Throughout their three-year relationship, their closeness had only ever extended to embraces, as Corrine had held firm on not escalating their intimacy before marriage.

In these modern times, Corrine’s beliefs felt outdated, yet Bruce always respected them, seeing them as a reflection of her strong character. And knowing Corrine’s pride, she would never just latch onto a powerful man.

Leah’s eyes flickered with a cold, vengeful light upon hearing his defense.

She was eager to see how things would play out.

The harm done to her today, she vowed, would be repaid a hundred times over!

Sitting in the car, Corrine occasionally snuck a glance at Nate, who was seated beside her.

Nate sat gracefully, one leg crossed over the other, maintaining an upright posture, with his hands resting casually on his knees. The soft shadows partially concealed his sharp, well-defined features, lending him an air of mysterious restraint.

Breaking the silence, she finally said, “Thank you for earlier.”

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She knew she could have handled the situation herself, but she valued Nate’s well-meaning efforts and believed it was important to express her thanks.

Nate shifted his gaze toward her, his eyes carrying a casual detachment.

“Is a simple thank you all you have for me?”

Surprised by his bluntness, Corrine paused to think, realizing that simple words might feel insincere.

“Do you have something in mind that would be a fitting way to thank you?”

Nate’s dark eyes locked onto hers as his fingers softly brushed her cheek.

“You already know what I want.”

His deep, captivating voice filled the small space, resonating like the rich tones of a cello, striking a chord deep in her heart.

Their eyes met, and the intensity made Corrine quickly look away, feeling as if she had been burned.

Her eyelashes fluttered, and she pressed her lips together nervously.

“Taking advantage of the situation isn’t right.”

“I prefer being a truthful scoundrel over a fake gentleman,” Nate murmured, playing with a loose strand of her hair. His voice was a seductive whisper, adding, “My patience isn’t endless. You don’t realize how much you captivate me.”

He smelled her hair and then lightly brushed against it with his lips.

Corrine’s heart skipped a beat, her cheeks turning a deep shade of red. Annoyed, she yanked her hair out of his grasp, took a deep breath to compose herself, and responded with a cool tone, “Are you threatening me?”

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