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

encircled her waist tightly, pulling her closer

bodies into one.

heavy

shrill ring of a phone shattered the charged silence, yanking them back to reality. The haze

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

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

and she scrambled to

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

his mind. He reached for his phone and dialed a number, his tone decisive.

Corrine returned to the office, Natasha's sharp eyes immediately noticed her

could only be the work of the man who

stack of neatly prepared

hovering, clearly reluctant to leave. She

lips together, an unspoken conflict flickering in her expression.

to take a day off

her fingers lightly brushing over the

melancholy. "Tomorrow's my mother's

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

there tomorrow."