The Jilted Heiress' Return To The High Life

The Betrayed Heiress' Return to Elegance 29

Chapter 29 I'm Destined To Keep You For Life

Corrine studied Nate with a subtle, probing curiosity.

Who was this man really?

Nate reclined with a calculated ease, his shirt collar rebelliously undone, exposing the faint curve of his collarbone-an act that felt both deliberate and careless.

There was a palpable shift in his aura, a touch of rawness creeping into his typically composed demeanor, like a flame momentarily unguarded from the wind.

The warm light spilled over him like molten gold, tempering his otherwise imposing presence with an almost

tender glow.

His eyelids were half-closed, the corners of his mouth curling into a subtle, enigmatic smile as he moved through the coffee-making ritual with the precision of

a watchmaker. When he finally slid a cup toward Corrine, his voice, low and resonant, wrapped around the words like velvet. "When are you getting discharged?"

Corrine cradled the cup, savoring the first sip. The rich aroma filled her senses. When its sweetness dissipated on her tongue, she replied, her tone calm, "Tomorrow."

them, steady and unyielding, laced with an authority that left little room for

shake of her head, a polite but firm

unnecessary."

meet hers, his dark eyes locking onto her like a predator sizing

the tension weren't enough, a faint smirk tugged at his lips, his voice

tightened around the cup, but her expression remained stoic, her eyes meeting his with a calm resolve. "Afraid? That's an interesting assumption." His dark eyes were bottomless pools

consume her.

far more complex

couldn't risk provoking him, she was equally determined

glimmer danced in his gaze, like starlight on a restless sea. "I won't twist your arm or demand anything from you," he said softly, though his words carried an edge sharp enough to cut. "But

face alone was a masterpiece, sculpted to enchant

a gravitational pull, and Corrine

fortress with walls too high to climb,

Hopkins,” she said with

back, his movements unhurried, and traced the rim of his coffee cup with long, elegant fingers. "It's not just confidence," he replied with an almost casual air. "It's certainty. There's no

you more than I

words rang with an