The Jilted Heiress' Return To The High Life

The Betrayed Heiress' Return to Elegance 118

Chapter 118 Looking For

Solace

Corrine's eyes widened in shock as she instinctively struggled, her voice trembling. “What are you doing?"

Nate's intense gaze locked onto hers before drifting downward, settling on her lips with unspoken intent.

"Seeking solace," he murmured, his voice low and unyielding. Without hesitation, he captured her lips in a fierce kiss.

The kiss was nothing like his usual composed demeanor; it was fervent and demanding, a relentless tide that left her breathless. Beneath the intensity, there was a palpable frustration, raw and unrestrained.

Corrine fought to steady her breath, her chest heaving as the oxygen drained from her lungs. Only when she was on the verge of collapse did he finally release her, though his presence still overwhelmed her.

Her trembling fingers gripped the front of his shirt, her lips parted as she drew in ragged breaths. Her cheeks glowed a deep crimson, the flush accentuating her beauty. Her tear-filled eyes shimmered, her vulnerability tinged with an undeniable allure.

Nate's dark eyes burned with an even greater intensity as he stared at her. "Looks like that meeting will have to wait."

Before she could muster a response, he leaned in once more, his lips crashing against hers with renewed hunger.

This kiss was bolder, more relentless, as though he intended to claim every inch of her being

waist tightly, pulling her closer as if he wanted to

bodies into one.

of the car, the air grew heavy with the electrifying tension, each moment thickening the intimacy between

back to reality. The haze in

her hands against his chest, her voice firm yet unsteady. "I

fingers brushing her flushed earlobe with a tenderness that sent a shiver

she scrambled to open the car door, slipping

her retreat, his eyes lingering on her figure as a faint smile tugged at his lips. His fingertips traced over his mouth, savoring the remnants of her

a

the office, Natasha's sharp

work of the man

neatly prepared documents.

a slight nod of acknowledgment but noticed Natasha hovering, clearly reluctant

together, an unspoken conflict flickering in her expression.

a day

asked, her fingers lightly brushing over the edge of the file as she slowly closed

shook her head, her smile faint and tinged with melancholy. "Tomorrow's my mother's birthday. I'd like to spend the day with

a look of understanding softened Corrine's

there tomorrow."