The Betrayed Heiress' Return to Elegance 30

Chapter 30 My Love Doesn't Need A Reason

The warmth of Nate's palm seemed to brand Corrine's skin. She instinctively tried to pull away, but Nate only tightened his grip, anchoring her in place.

"Once bitten, twice shy," he murmured, sensing her tension gradually dissolving. His fingers tentatively lifted her chin, forcing her to meet his gaze. "It's a lesson learned, not a reason to become timid. You can reject me

with all your defenses, but I won't give up on embracing you."

Silence filled the room, punctuated by the urgent rhythm of rain pattering against the tiles.

Each droplet seemed to mirror the chaotic beating of Corrine's heart.

Her eyelashes fluttered before she closed her eyes, a whispered confession escaping her lips. "I... I can't risk

losing myself to love without limits again.

The tremor in her voice betrayed the deep wounds of her past.

During those three years with Bruce, she had defied her family, believing he was her entire future.

She had molded herself to his dreams, her love absolute and unconditional.

had been merciless-a sudden, sharp blade piercing her

silently, maintaining a facade of strength. Yet beneath her composed exterior, a

continued to

Nate? She had barely known him. How could she possibly surrender her heart

She couldn't do it.

don't need to give love," Nate said, his voice softening, "only to receive it.

of her eyes. The touch was electric, a jolt that rippled through

eyes snapped open, locking onto his. Her heart pounded in her chest, so loud she wondered

hear it.

smiles played on his lips, and his deep, piercing gaze held a tenderness so profound it nearly unraveled her. With just a glance, he seemed to read her every thought, every hesitation, every

throat

for his

patient, and persistent-a hunter who had set his sights

resist the allure

unsteady but defiant, broke the silence. "Mr. Hopkins, do you make a

women?"

to her temple, his touch featherlight as he tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear. His voice dropped to a whisper, warm and unhurried, grazing her senses like silk. "You're the first woman I've pursued," he admitted. "The only one. And, incidentally, the first to turn

her throat, trying to

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