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.

thoughts, she tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear and made her way to

warm water cascading over her was like a soothing balm, washing

lazily on the bed, her thoughts drifting as

overtook her.

creaked open, and a

casually scanning the rows of books that lined the shelves. "Nate, you've finally resurfaced. Don't tell

replied without looking up, his focus firmly on the documents

with their mischievous glint and

all you've done is lock yourself away. Where's the fun in that? I'm here

immediate and

thoughts were elsewhere, preoccupied with Corrine's impending departure. How

of curiosity. He discreetly studied Nate, his sharp eyes taking in

nature, Moses knew Nate was always aloof

women. But now, as he observed his friend's aloof demeanor, a small voice whispered that

rumors about Nate's hidden feelings weren't

With a

through on the other

fever

into his tone. "If she's sick, she should go to the