The Jilted Heiress' Return To The High Life

Chapter 85

Chapter 85 Restless Desire

Corrine inhaled deeply, her composure steadily returning as she quelled the storm within her. "Thank you for telling me this, Tanya," she said, her tone calm but thoughtful.

Tanya blinked, momentarily caught off guard. She averted her gaze, her eyes betraying a flicker of guilt. "I didn't mean anything by it. Just rambling on, as usual. I'm glad you don't mind my chatter, Miss Holland."

But Tanya wasn't entirely being honest. Beneath her words lay her own quiet intentions. She had observed how deeply Nate cared for Corrine and noticed Corrine's hesitation when it came to him. If this delicate moment offered her a chance to bring the two closer, she was willing to take it, even if it meant playing the role of a humble matchmaker.

Yet, Corrine's gratitude left her feeling undeserving.

The two strolled idly for a while before Tanya glanced at her watch. "Miss Holland, it's time for your medicine. Mr. Hopkins was very clear about it."

"Alright," Corrine replied softly. After taking her prescribed pills, she retired to her room for some rest.

Later, when Nate returned from being out, his sharp eyes scanned the living room instinctively. Though his voice carried an air of practiced indifference, the question he posed was unmistakably pointed. "Where's Corrine? Has she taken her medicine?"

There was an almost domestic familiarity to his tone, like that of a husband checking in on his wife after a long day.

Tanya caught the subtle undertone and couldn't help the faint smirk that danced on her lips. "Miss Holland is resting in her room," she answered with ease.

"Make sure lunch is light," he

his tall

his tie with one hand. When he reached

it open with quiet

was dim, but his eyes unerringly found her. Corrine lay peacefully on the

face, serene and unguarded, resembled a work of art, each

of her shirt revealed the gentle slope of her shoulder, her skin glowing

with an intensity he couldn't fully rein in.

the floor, his fingers moving to unfasten the first button of his shirt as he stepped

deliberate care, he brushed a strand of hair away from her cheek. Her lashes quivered at the

her lips, soft and inviting, stirred in his mind, filling him with a longing

pull to close the distance between

he leaned down, his breath ghosting over her lips, Corrine's eyes fluttered open. For a heartbeat, their gazes locked. Nate's smoldering eyes

space between them. Nate's lips curved into the faintest of smiles, though the fleeting disappointment in his eyes didn't go unnoticed. He settled on the edge of

behind her ear. Her eyes drifted

the soup for her surfaced in her mind. The

guilt and