The Jilted Heiress' Return To The High Life

The Betrayed Heiress' Return to Elegance 128

Chapter 128 Payback

Nate drew in a sharp breath, his eyes narrowing as they darkened like a brewing storm.

His hand, pressed against the sofa for balance, clenched tightly, every muscle in his body going rigid.

Was it pain?

Not quite. It was an indescribable sensation-an itch deep inside, tugging at the edges of his control, like something just out of reach, teasing and unraveling him.

His breaths grew shallow, his chest rising and falling unevenly as his gaze locked intensely on Corrine.

Corrine tilted her head, a playful spark dancing in her eyes. "This is what they call payback."

Unlike Nate's measured and careful demeanor, Corrine was entirely bold and unapologetic. The evidence of her actions-a vivid red mark circled by precise teeth marks-stood out clearly.

It wouldn't fade for at least a week.

Nate's gaze lingered on her face, her delicate beauty contrasting with the wicked mischief in her expression. His eyes darkened further, his thoughts unreadable.

"It's time. Let's go," Corrine said softly, pressing a hand against his chest as though she could push him away.

Nate grasped her wrist firmly, pulling her close until she was against him. His broad hand slid

glanced up at him, only for his face to lower suddenly. A sly, teasing smile tugged at the corner of his lips. "You think you can walk away after

in his eyes-intense and

Corrine felt like she was standing

betraying the calm expression she tried to maintain.

tilting her chin up gently. "You've got a real talent for driving

sound of his laughter sent a shiver through Corrine. Her heart skipped unexpectedly,

up." She quickly pushed Nate away, brushing

creases.

draped over the sofa, his movements unhurried. He

meal before strolling side by side

bursts.

moon above them, the gentle kiss of the evening breeze, the rhythm of their steps in sync, and the irreplaceable presence of the person walking beside

glow of the streetlights cast their intertwined shadows on the pavement, marking

a loose strand of hair behind her ear, only to notice something was off. Her earring

stopped mid-step, her eyes scanning the ground

wrong?" Nate asked, his attention snapping to

bare left earlobe.

Corrine said softly, her tone calm. "It's just an

a word, he turned and began retracing their steps, scanning the dimly lit path until he spotted the tiny earring