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.

a frantic rhythm caught between fear and exhilaration.

words escaped her lips in a voice so faint it lacked conviction, only

surged, a force as relentless as it was

bit down on his

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

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

eyes glimmered like molten embers, a

tore her gaze away, her pulse still racing

spoiled child." Nate's voice was low and sultry, laced with a teasing edge that sent an involuntary shiver down

onto hers. His eyes, unguarded, held an undeniable depth of longing. His voice was deliberate, his

subtle tremor rippled

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

care when unwell, solace