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 closer as if he wanted to fuse

bodies into one.

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

yanking them back to reality. The haze in Corrine's eyes quickly

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

rested his forehead against hers, his fingers brushing her flushed earlobe with a tenderness that sent a shiver down her spine. "See

unraveled her composure further, and she scrambled to open the car door, slipping

lingering on her figure as a faint smile tugged

for his phone and dialed a number,

Natasha's sharp eyes immediately noticed her

suspicion was instantaneous-this could only be the work of the

hesitation, Natasha approached and handed Corrine a stack of neatly prepared documents. "These

of acknowledgment but noticed Natasha hovering, clearly reluctant to leave. She

together, an unspoken conflict

to take a day off

over the edge of the

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

that, a look of understanding softened Corrine's features. "I'll have someone take

there tomorrow."