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?

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

voice the question lingering at the edge of her thoughts. Had he seen her fierce and unyielding

deep and steady, carrying a note of resolute confidence that left little

command.

clear-no matter what happened at the Ashtons'

him for a long moment, and then let out a soft, amused chuckle. "What if one day I commit a crime?

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

for a fleeting moment,

her mind, and she couldn't help but wonder if her quick surrender to Nate's pursuit

response now, she felt vindicated-perhaps her change of heart hadn't been

find a way to touch the most vulnerable corners of her heart without even

the shrill buzz of her phone interrupted the

blinked, regaining focus, and answered the

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

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

end, Donnelly took a sharp breath, clearly restraining himself. "Do

his words pointed. Whoever had crafted the counterfeit had left their mark-each detail, each trace of time, held a signature of