The Jilted Heiress' Return To The High Life

Chapter 82

Chapter 82 Unyielding Affection

Corrine's eyelashes fluttered weakly, a vain attempt to lift the heavy veil of darkness shrouding her vision. Try as she might, her body refused to obey, pulling her deeper into an abyss of dreamless sleep.

When she finally stirred again, her senses came alive to unfamiliar surroundings. Corrine sat up abruptly, her head still heavy, her gaze darting around the room.

This wasn't her room.

Panic laced her thoughts. "Where am I?" she murmured.

Before she could dwell on the question, the door creaked open, and a stranger stepped inside. The woman's face was calm, her smile warm as her eyes met Corrine's. "Miss Holland, you're awake," the woman greeted, her tone gentle.

Corrine's guard shot up instinctively. "And you are?" she asked.

The woman's smile widened, unbothered by Corrine's suspicion. "I'm the family maid here. You can call me Tanya if you like," she replied simply.

As if remembering something important, Tanya Hinchcliffe added, "Please excuse me for a moment, Miss Holland. I'll go inform Mr. Hopkins that you're awake."

Tanya had turned

room.

more deliberate, and certainly not Tanya's. Corrine's gaze instinctively fixed on the doorway just as Nate appeared, dressed in a fitted black shirt that

staring at him. His presence was striking, and the pieces clicked in her mind-the voice she'd heard faintly

been

the silence as he strode toward her. The bed dipped slightly as he

the unexpected contact. She found herself gripping the sheets beneath her fingers as if they were a lifeline

her throat dry, likely a lingering effect

glass of water on the bedside table and

could even manage a sip, Tanya reappeared in the doorway, carrying a tray. "Sir,

the tray, noting the simple porcelain bowl that radiated a soft

up the sleeves of his shirt, revealing strong forearms. "I'll take it," he said, his tone calm but

Corrine with a hint of amusement. "Miss Holland, if you

exited once more, quietly shutting the door behind her. The room fell into a silence that carried

acute gastroenteritis last night, which caused a high fever," Nate explained, his fingers skillfully stirring the soup in the bowl. He blew on it gently to cool the liquid before

gaze

budge. His persistence was firm yet unyielding, the spoon hovering near