The Jilted Heiress' Return To The High Life

Chapter 93

Chapter 93 You Must Take Responsibility For Me

Before Corrine could look up, Nate's hand gently settled on her head, carefully drawing her into his embrace. "Stay with me," he murmured, his words carrying an intimate weight.

The simple gesture sent an inexplicable tremor through Corrine's heart.

"I'm afraid staying here might disturb you..." she began, her voice soft with hesitation.

A playful edge entered Nate's tone. "But you've already disturbed my heart, so you must take responsibility for me."

His deep voice wrapped around her ears like velvet, sending a delicate shiver down her spine. Her cheeks bloomed with a rosy warmth.

Corrine tilted her head slightly, attempting to maintain a semblance of propriety. "Then you should rest well now, and continue working once your fever subsides."

Nate's smile was tender, almost doting. “Alright, I'll do as you say."

"Good. Then get some sleep. I'll stay and make sure you're okay."

was several steps ahead. In one swift motion, he wrapped his arm around her waist and lifted her horizontally. His voice dropped to a deliberately low whisper. "If you

hung in the air. Corrine understood perfectly, her cheeks deepening to a more intense

enveloped her, causing her heart to race

down, brushing a gentle kiss against her fluttering eyelashes before softly patting her back. "Sleep," he

quietly leave once Nate fell asleep, she unexpectedly

his eyes, he found Corrine peacefully

that drew his gaze. Her lips, slightly parted in sleep, glistened faintly like dew on ripe fruit, and the faint curve of her neckline revealed a glimpse of porcelain skin beneath the loose

tenderness and something more indefinable. A resigned

him too

cheek as if tracing a line of poetry. A quiet infatuation flickered

why Bruce would choose Leah

beauty, Leah was no match for her. In family background, Corrine outshone her

was nothing about Corrine

then again, perhaps it was Bruce's loss that had paved the way for Nate's gain. If Bruce

buzzed loudly, breaking

for a beat before Bruce's familiar voice answered, sharp and tinged with barely suppressed anger. "Put Corrine on the

as he glanced at Corrine, still fast asleep against his arm. Rising quietly, he moved to the balcony. "She's not available," he said, his tone