The Jilted Heiress' Return to the High Life - Chapter 76

Chapter 76:

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Corrine caught the weight of his words instantly. As Nate reached for his phone, her instincts kicked in, and she grabbed his hand.

“Wait!”

Her slender fingers, cool to the touch, rested against his palm. The contrast between the chill of her hand and the warmth of his skin sent a curious calm rippling through him, as if her touch alone could soothe a storm.

Nate’s sharp eyes softened, and a faint smile tugged at his lips.

“Your hand is cold,” he remarked, his voice low and warm.

With an effortless motion, he twisted his wrist, enveloping her hand in his. His larger hand radiated heat, and Corrine felt a fleeting sense of security she hadn’t expected. The flicker in her eyes betrayed her thoughts, but she quickly steadied herself. In a soft yet resolute tone, she said, “This is my problem, and I’ll take care of it.”

“Then take care of it,” Nate replied with a faint, knowing smile, his grip on her hand tightening just slightly.

“Do it your way. No matter what happens, I’ll always have your back.”

Surprise flitted across Corrine’s face. She gazed at Nate, momentarily speechless.

Every woman deserved to feel protected and cherished, yet such a feeling had eluded her for so long.

In her three years with Bruce, she had been like a shadow—silent, careful not to provoke him, suppressing her own voice to avoid conflict. Those years had been a quiet endurance of her own making.

But Nate’s words held a different promise: she didn’t have to endure. She didn’t have to shrink herself. She could stand tall, and he’d be there, unwavering.

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For a brief moment, the walls she had so carefully erected around her heart seemed to crack. Something soft and unfamiliar slipped through, spreading warmth in its wake.

Matias’ cough broke the spell, his voice cutting through the charged silence like a knife.

“Miss Holland, where should I take you?”

The interruption jolted Corrine back to the present. Realizing Nate’s hand was still covering hers, she felt an abrupt flush of heat and instinctively shook it off. Nate blinked, clearly taken aback.

Was he… rejected?

Corrine cleared her throat, hoping to smooth over the awkwardness. Her expression regained its usual composure, her voice cool and measured.

“Timme district, please.”

“Understood,” Matias replied without hesitation.

The car soon pulled up to her destination. As Corrine stepped out, Nate handed her the bouquet of roses, his voice dropping to a quiet murmur.

“Good night.”

“Good night,” she replied, her tone even.

With a faint, almost imperceptible smile, she turned and walked away. Nate watched her figure recede until she disappeared from sight. Only then did the car ease back into motion.

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