The Jilted Heiress' Return To The High Life

Chapter 83

Chapter 83 My Feelings For You Won't Change

Corrine was struck by a wave of regret over her earlier lapse into sentimentality and opened her mouth to explain. Before she could utter a word, Nate leaned in, capturing her lips in a kiss.

Her eyes widened in disbelief, a flicker of panic flashing in her trembling gaze as her breath hitched.

The kiss was firm but not forceful, tender yet charged with passion. His unspoken emotions seemed to pour out, drawing her in with a warmth that made her forget to resist.

Her lashes fluttered, and slowly, as if surrendering to the tide, she let her eyes drift shut. Her fingers curled into the sheets beneath her, gripping them tightly as if to anchor herself against the whirlwind of emotions.

The kiss deepened, intoxicating and all-consuming, stripping away the noise of the world until it felt like they were the only two people left in existence. The air around them grew heavy with heat, wrapping the room in an intimate embrace.

It wasn't until the kiss became more fervent, stealing the breath from her lungs, that Corrine began to come to her senses.

Her eyes flew open, meeting Nate's with a jolt.

dark gaze burned with intensity, searing through her defenses and igniting something unfamiliar within her. Her heart raced wildly, a frantic rhythm caught between fear and exhilaration. She pushed against his chest

her lips in a voice so faint it

force as relentless

Corrine bit down

him out of his fervor, and the metallic tang of blood lingered between them, cutting

shoved him away with all her strength, stumbling back to escape the intensity

eyes glimmered like molten embers, a

still racing as her chest rose

this is what you look like when acting like a spoiled child." Nate's voice was low and sultry, laced with a teasing edge that sent an involuntary shiver down her spine. Corrine's cheeks burned with a rush of heat. She drew in a sharp breath, quickly slipping on her shoes and shoving him back. "I need some

of longing. His voice was deliberate, his Adam's apple dipping slightly as

subtle tremor rippled through Corrine's

sentimental women, which pushed her to build walls of resilience, enduring every hardship in silence. That facade of strength had

of stone. She longed for care when unwell, solace when wronged, and moments where