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.

patience and unwavering control, those

something about her a pull he couldn't resist that made

a force he hadn't

Nate, emotions like affection had always been an unnecessary indulgence, and women were merely

those beliefs. She had unseated his logic, leaving him to grapple with feelings

himself consumed by curiosity, driven to uncover every

he hadn't anticipated, a presence that defied

deepened into something profound, something

was

his phone and navigated to Corrine's chat

briefly before

racing pulse, only for her heart to leap

casually switched her phone to vibrate and set it face down on the table, deliberately avoiding it as she headed

away the day's exhaustion with

around her shoulders, spreading out like strands of seaweed drifting on

fingers idly swirling the crimson liquid in her wine

voice lingered in her mind, the words resonating softly yet deeply. "Corrine, don't make me wait too

had claimed to understand her fears, perceiving the delicate layers of her guarded heart. Though their meetings had been brief, she couldn't deny the profound effect his

her.

truly allow him to step into

a few fleeting days, and she knew so little about him.

of wine, letting its warmth spread through her as she rested her head against the tub's cool surface and closed

from the bathroom, the faint

to see Nate's name flashing on the screen as another call

before she