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.

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

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

magnetic pull in his eyes-intense and

as their eyes met, Corrine felt like she was standing too close to

the calm expression she tried to

let out a low, rough laugh, his fingers tilting her chin up gently. "You've got a real talent

of his laughter sent a shiver

one who promised me a date? Hurry up." She quickly pushed Nate away, brushing off her dress with deliberate ease to

creases.

the sofa, his movements unhurried. He held out his hand to her with a faint smile. "Shall

light meal before strolling side by side down the quiet street, their voices mingling softly as they

bursts.

It was the silver glow of the moon above them, the gentle kiss of the evening breeze, the rhythm of their

shadows on the pavement, marking their quiet progression from walking side

loose strand of hair behind her ear, only to notice something was

stopped mid-step, her eyes scanning the

his attention snapping to her, immediately noticing

bare left earlobe.

tone

Nate wasn't one to brush it off. Without a word, he turned and began retracing their steps, scanning the dimly lit path until he spotted