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?

of hair behind her ear, seeking refuge in a safer topic. "Why did you

question lingering at the edge of her thoughts.

it. I'll stand by you, no matter what." His voice was deep and steady, carrying a note of resolute confidence that left little room for argument. It

command.

was clear-no matter what happened at the Ashtons' today, he would support

out a soft, amused chuckle. "What if one day I commit a crime? Would you think I'm not gentle,

missing a beat. His gaze locked onto hers, steady and unwavering. “I'll protect you from any storm." His

fleeting moment, her resolve wavered. No need to

echoed in her mind, and she couldn't help but wonder if her quick surrender to Nate's pursuit had been born of impulsive recklessness or the sheer pull of

change of heart hadn't been

touch the most

the shrill buzz of her phone interrupted the

blinked, regaining focus, and answered

the line, laced with anger. "You just left me

my way, were you?" Corrine replied coolly, her gaze flicking briefly toward Nate, who remained fixated on

end, Donnelly took a sharp breath, clearly

had left their mark-each detail, each trace of time, held a signature of sorts, like