The Jilted Heiress' Return To The High Life

Chapter 89

Chapter 89 Sudden Fever

After hanging up the phone, Corrine's heart was racing as if she had been caught red-handed sneaking a forbidden treat.

She exhaled slowly, trying to steady herself, and turned her gaze toward Nate, who was sitting in the wicker chair with his usual unruffled composure.

Nate's left hand rested casually on his knee while his right held a cup of coffee. The sharp angle of his jawline gave him an air of effortless cool, as though he were impervious to the chaos of the world around him.

But what truly caught Corrine's eye was the faint lipstick mark clinging to the corner of his mouth, a telltale sign of their earlier kiss.

Her cheeks turned a rosy hue as the memory replayed vividly in her mind. The kiss, still fresh in her thoughts, sent a wave of warmth rushing to her face. She stammered, "I-I'll head back to my room now."

Before Nate could even respond, she turned on her heel and fled like a startled deer.

Once safely inside her room, she leaned heavily against the door, her palms pressed to her heated cheeks in a vain attempt to cool them.

Today had been nothing short of madness.

Not only had she let him into her life, but she had also surrendered to his kiss-a kiss that left her wanting more.

Her hand drifted from her flushed face to her lips, tracing their outline as if to relive the moment. A shy smile crept across her face, unbidden and irrepressible.

she tucked a stray strand of hair behind her

her was like a soothing balm, washing away the fatigue of the day and the turmoil

her hair, she stretched out lazily on

overtook her.

gates of the estate creaked open, and a

scanning the rows of books that lined the shelves. "Nate, you've finally resurfaced. Don't tell me you're still burying yourself in work? Let's do

up, his focus firmly

his legs crossed as he lounged like a cat surveying its territory. His eyes, with their mischievous glint and upward tilt, exuded

been back for days, and all you've done is

immediate and curt.

with Corrine's impending departure. How could

straightened in his seat, his expression shifting to one of curiosity. He discreetly studied Nate, his sharp eyes taking in

Moses knew Nate

now, as he observed his friend's aloof demeanor, a small

about Nate's

With a slight frown,

through on the other end,

developed a fever and wishes

irritation seeping into his tone.