The Jilted Heiress' Return To The High Life

Chapter 3

The Betrayed Heiress' Return to Elegance 3

Chapter 3 Those Eyes

Corrine's mind emptied like an overturned glass, her feet becoming lead weights against the pavement.

The car blazed past her, an obsidian bullet piercing through space and time.

The violent aftermath of rushing air sent Corrine sprawling onto the unforgiving ground.

In the desolate street, logic dictated the driver would vanish into the night-no witnesses, no consequences, no

trace to follow in their wake.

Yet fate had other plans. The vehicle's engine growled as it reversed course, coming to rest mere inches from

where she lay.

The passenger door swung open with deliberate grace, revealing an elegant figure stepping forth. Custom black leather shoes touched the ground as their owner emerged, extending an ebony umbrella that sheltered her from

the relentless downpour.

"Are you alright?" The deep timbre of Nate Hopkins' voice resonated through the rain-soaked air.

Corrine's gaze traveled upward, taking in the sight before her. His face was a study in precision-sharp angles and defined planes that spoke of nobility, while his eyes held an inexplicable magnetism that tugged at the

edges of her memory.

Those eyes stirred something within her consciousness-a whisper of recognition that danced just beyond her

grasp.

scraped past her throat in barely

ended in defeat as pain lanced through her scraped legs and lacerated foot,

back toward the

claim her again, a strong arm swept around her waist, drawing her

of strength.

emanating from Nate's body enveloped her as

of his torso, and heat bloomed beneath her fingers despite his

exterior.

overwhelmed her senses. Instinct drove her

securely into his arms, lifting her with effortless

in Corrine's voice, matching the sudden

Bruce, her companion of three years, had never ventured beyond holding hands. This stranger's

found hers, his voice carrying quiet authority, "You're injured.

his proximity sent waves of tension through her body, his cold

The command rolled from his lips like distant thunder, brooking no argument

resistance.

frigid interior prompted a sneeze from

her trembles, he draped his jacket across her shoulders with

essence-both his scent and

unexpected gallop.

amusement flickered through Nate's eyes as he

cheeks. "I

the one thanking you."

her features.

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