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.

as if to dispel her wandering thoughts, she tucked a stray

washing away the fatigue of the day

stretched out lazily

overtook her.

creaked open, and a sleek dark purple Bugatti purred into

shelves. "Nate, you've finally resurfaced. Don't tell me you're still burying yourself in work? Let's do something fun tonight," he drawled, leaning casually against

Nate replied without looking up, his focus firmly on the documents in front of

with their mischievous glint

on, Nate," Moses pressed, his tone playful. "Life isn't all about meetings and paperwork. You've been back for days, and all you've done is lock yourself away. Where's the fun

response was immediate and curt.

departure. How could he squander their

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

his own playful nature, Moses knew Nate was always aloof

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

about Nate's hidden

his phone buzzed. With

through on the other end, respectful

a fever and wishes to see

his eyes, irritation seeping into his tone.