The Jilted Heiress' Return To The High Life

Chapter 68

Chapter 68 Rushing Won't Help

In the car, Nate's gaze rested steadily on Corrine.

However, Corrine seemed oblivious. Her head was bent as she scrolled. through her phone. She occasionally tucked a stray strand of hair behind.

her ear.

"Shall we have lunch together tomorrow?" Nate asked, his voice breaking the quiet.

Corrine paused, considering, before offering an apologetic reply. "I can't. I have something very important to take care of tomorrow."

Nate's expression shifted subtly, the realization dawning-she intended to attend the bidding event in the southern district of the city herself.

"Then... another day?" he asked, his brows knitting slightly as he studied

her.

Corrine gave a small nod. "Sure."

Before she could complete her sentence, the car jolted to a sudden, violent

stop.

abrupt motion sent Corrine forward, but Nate's arm shot out, wrapping securely

arm stayed around her waist, enveloping her

chest, where she could hear the steady, reassuring rhythm of his

deep, smooth voice resonated above

concern.

lightly.

sharp

softening as he glanced

her neck. Her smooth, porcelain-like skin seemed to glow, its delicate appearance

explained, his long fingers working

grazed her

burned as a flush crept up her

tangled." Nate's voice was calm, almost deliberate. "This takes patience-rushing

about his tone made Corrine pause. Was it

fingers finally disentangled her hair. "There,

in the same position for so long, Corrine's waist gave out slightly, and she stumbled back-straight into his

tightened around her shoulders, holding her