The Jilted Heiress' Return To The High Life

The Betrayed Heiress' Return to Elegance 117

Chapter 117 Some Things Come Naturally

Corrine could vividly recall their first meeting. Nate had left a striking impression as someone dignified and composed-a man of unwavering principle. He seemed untouched by the chaos of ordinary life, as though he existed on a plane above it all.

He was like a celestial being, aloof and untarnished by human desires.

Yet this same man, so seemingly unattainable, had a way of speaking words of affection that dismantled her defenses with ease.

Corrine always prided herself on being rational, but when faced with Nate's unwavering pursuit, his effortless charm, and his piercing gaze, she found herself yielding time and again.

She slowly closed her eyes, willing her thoughts to quiet. She needed to resist the pull of his allure, to remain grounded and composed.

"Is this really your first time being in love?" she finally asked, her voice betraying a flicker of doubt.

Nate arched a brow, his expression unreadable as his dark eyes studied her. A faint smile tugged at his lips. "When a man is with the woman he loves, some things just come naturally."

Her breath hitched at the insinuation, leaving her momentarily speechless. Was he hinting at something deeper?

she tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear, seeking refuge in a safer topic. "Why did you show

lingering at the edge of

and steady, carrying a note of resolute confidence that left little room for argument. It

command.

what happened at the

moment, and then let out a soft, amused chuckle. "What if

and unwavering. “I'll protect you from

for a fleeting moment, her resolve wavered. No need

if her quick surrender to Nate's pursuit had been

she felt vindicated-perhaps her change of heart hadn't been so unreasonable after

touch the most vulnerable

shrill buzz of her phone interrupted the

blinked, regaining focus,

the line, laced with anger. "You just left me behind like that? What

you?" Corrine replied coolly, her gaze flicking

a sharp breath, clearly restraining himself. "Do you know

turned sharp, his words pointed. Whoever had crafted the counterfeit had left their mark-each detail,