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."

word, Tanya had turned on her heel and

room.

sound of footsteps echoed in the corridor. These steps were heavier, more deliberate, and certainly not Tanya's. Corrine's gaze instinctively fixed on the

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

It hadn't been

he strode toward her. The bed dipped slightly as he sat down at her side, his hand resting

the sheets beneath

fine," she murmured hoarsely, her throat dry, likely a lingering effect of the fever that

for the glass of water on the bedside table and

manage a sip, Tanya reappeared in the doorway, carrying

noting the simple porcelain bowl that

up the sleeves of his shirt, revealing strong forearms. "I'll take it,"

glancing at Corrine with a hint of amusement. "Miss Holland, if you need anything, don't hesitate to let me

that, she exited once more, quietly shutting the door behind her. The room fell

the soup in the bowl. He blew on it gently to cool the liquid before bringing

quickly, averting her gaze as

His persistence was firm yet unyielding, the