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."

horizontally. His voice dropped to a deliberately low whisper. "If you keep moving like this, I can't promise I

air. Corrine understood perfectly, her cheeks deepening to a more intense blush. She bit her lower lip lightly,

to race with an intricate mix of

her fluttering eyelashes before

leave once Nate fell asleep, she

found Corrine peacefully nestled against his

shadows over her cheeks, her nose slightly upturned with a soft elegance 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 fabric of her

more indefinable. A

trusted him

out, his fingers brushing delicately over her cheek as if tracing a line of poetry. A quiet infatuation flickered in his eyes as

couldn't fathom why Bruce would

no match for her. In family background,

nothing about Corrine that could be found

the way for Nate's gain. If Bruce hadn't abandoned her, things might

as his thoughts meandered, Corrine's phone buzzed

picked it up, glancing at the screen before answering. "Who's this?" The line went silent for a beat before Bruce's familiar voice answered, sharp and tinged with barely suppressed anger.

mocking smile 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 cool, his words