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

her

bodies into one.

grew heavy with the electrifying tension, each moment thickening the intimacy

silence, yanking them back to reality. The

voice firm yet unsteady. "I really have

fingers brushing her flushed earlobe with a tenderness that sent a shiver down her spine. "See you

scrambled to open the car door, slipping

smile tugged at his lips. His

dialed a number, his tone decisive.

Corrine returned to the office, Natasha's sharp

the work of the man who had stormed into the office last

approached and handed Corrine a stack of neatly prepared documents. "These are the materials on Brighton Group and the

a slight nod of acknowledgment but noticed Natasha hovering, clearly reluctant to leave. She glanced up, her tone neutral. "Is there anything

her lips together, an unspoken conflict flickering

take a day

over the edge of the file

"Tomorrow's my mother's birthday. I'd like to spend the day with

look of understanding softened Corrine's features. "I'll have someone

there tomorrow."