The Jilted Heiress' Return To The High Life

Chapter 69

Chapter 69 Don't Make Me Wait Too Long

Nate's warm breath ghosted over Corinne's skin, his lips brushing her cheek with featherlight precision before his head nestled into the delicate curve of her neck.

His movements were both restrained and charged with intensity, each gesture steeped in fervent desire.

His arms tightened around her, drawing her closer as if she might slip

away at any moment.

"Nate, you're hurting me," Corrine protested, shifting uneasily against his

hold.

A low chuckle rumbled in Nate's chest, his breath grazing her ear in a way that sent an involuntary shiver down her spine.

"Corrine, don't make me wait too long." His voice was smooth and rich, laced with a subtle hint of a smile that was undeniably captivating.

In a heartbeat, her breath faltered, and her composure unraveled in the face of his undeniable magnetism.

The sudden jolt of the car stopping broke the moment. Flustered, she pushed him away with trembling hands and stumbled out as if seeking refuge from his

overwhelming presence.

Nate's gaze followed her hurried retreat, a wry smile curving his lips- dangerously charming, yet tinged with mischief.

He rubbed his fingers, as though savoring the memory of her touch, a reminder of the connection he was loath to relinquish.

and unwavering control, those virtues seemed to unravel

a pull he

with a force he

always been an unnecessary indulgence, and women were

shattered those beliefs. She had unseated his logic, leaving him to

his mind, and he found himself consumed by curiosity, driven

he hadn't anticipated, a presence that defied

a fleeting intrigue had deepened into something profound, something

was

navigated to Corrine's

briefly before

Corrine had just begun to steady her racing pulse, only for her heart to

vibrate and set it face down on the table, deliberately avoiding it as she

her, washing away the day's exhaustion with

hair floated lazily around her shoulders, spreading out like strands

against the tub's edge, her fingers idly swirling the crimson liquid in her

mind, the words resonating softly yet deeply. "Corrine, don't make me wait

heart. Though their meetings had been brief, she

her.

truly allow him to step

known each other for only a few fleeting days, and she knew so little about him. Could he really be worth the

through her as she rested her head against the tub's

faint vibration of her phone. drew her

Nate's name flashing on the screen as

hesitated, her thumb hovering before she