The Jilted Heiress' Return To The High Life

Chapter 56

Chapter 56 Head Over

Heels

"I have a question..." Karina hesitated briefly on the other end of the line. Her tone was light, but curiosity seeped through. "Whose Rolls-Royce was

that?"

Corrine pressed her lips together, casting a quick glance at Nate seated. beside her. Clearing her throat in a bid to mask her discomfort, she replied with an air of indifference, "That's not important."

Without waiting for a response, she ended the call.

Turning her attention to Nate, Corrine's tone softened. "Sorry for troubling you with all this."

"It's not you who should apologize," Nate said firmly.

His eyes lingered on her delicate features, his gaze unconsciously tender. Slowly, he reached out and tucked a loose strand of her hair behind her ear. "I won't let them bother you anymore," he added, his voice steady with quiet resolve.

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.

softened, and a faint smile tugged at his lips. "Your hand is cold," he remarked,

he twisted his

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

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

flitted across Corrine's face. She gazed

yet such a feeling had eluded her

three years with Bruce, she had been like a shadow-silent, careful. not to provoke him, suppressing

years had been a quiet endurance of her own

promise: she

have to

tall, and he'd

so carefully erected around her heart seemed to crack. Something soft and unfamiliar slipped through, spreading warmth in its

broke the spell, his voice

like a knife.

Holland, where should I take

Realizing Nate's hand. was still covering hers,

shook it off.

clearly taken

Was he... rejected?

expression regained its usual composure, her voice cool and measured. "Timme district,