The Jilted Heiress' Return To The High Life

The Betrayed Heiress' Return to Elegance 135

Chapter 135 Quite

Sensitive

Corrine's body was taut, her grip on the bedsheet tightening involuntarily, the fabric bunching in her clenched fists.

"Nate, I'm begging you."

Her voice, soft and fragile, trembled with a hint of desperation.

As the words escaped her lips, Nate's deep yet gentle voice echoed from above her, sending a shiver down her spine. "What did you say?"

Startled, Corrine snapped her eyes open to see Nate leaning over her, his hand reaching across to grab the hairdryer from the nightstand. Her cheeks flushed a deep crimson, a

wave of embarrassment flooding her.

So, he wasn't...

Corrine bit her lip, her gaze falling to the bed. "It's nothing."

"Really?" Nate's eyes glinted with mischief, a knowing smile curling at his lips. "But I clearly heard you say you were begging me. What is it you're begging me for?"

was rich, magnetic, laced with an irresistible allure that made her

her pulse racing with the sudden surge

at his

with her.

tried to steady the rapid beat of her heart and replied, her

her intently, the faint blush still lingering on her cheeks. His

and then beckoned her with a

protested, sitting

could grasp it, Nate swiftly dodged backward, raising the hairdryer

arms. The impact was sharp, sending a jolt of sensation through her, and she blinked, her eyes glistening with a

you have any idea how infuriating

glare, turning her back to

bed, her posture stiff

her waist, pulling her back into his embrace

strength. "Not as infuriating

Corrine's voice was sharp with disbelief,

him. "Explain yourself!"

ear as he leaned down, his lips brushing her cheek with a tenderness that caught her off guard. "You agreed to be with me, yet you keep a distance from me. You make me always

mind momentarily blank, the sweetness of his

felt as if it were floating, overwhelmed by