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.

she was against him. His broad hand slid behind her neck, holding her in

slightly as she glanced up at him, only for his face to lower suddenly. A sly, teasing smile tugged at the corner of his lips. "You

in his eyes-intense and

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

fingers twitched faintly, betraying the calm expression she tried to maintain. "So, double

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

his laughter sent a shiver through Corrine. Her

who promised me a date? Hurry up." She quickly pushed Nate away, brushing off her

creases.

He held out

couple savoring a romantic evening, they started with a light meal before strolling side by side down the quiet street, their voices mingling softly as they talked

bursts.

above them, the gentle kiss of the evening breeze, the rhythm of their steps in sync, and

marking their quiet progression from walking side by side

tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear,

stopped mid-step, her eyes

his attention snapping to her,

bare left earlobe.

her tone calm. "It's just an earring.

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