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?"

an irresistible allure

creeping down to her ears, her pulse

his

with her.

her throat, she tried to steady the rapid beat of her heart and replied, her voice steady despite the flutter in her chest,

faint blush still lingering on her cheeks. His smile widened, his eyes sparkling with amusement.

then

can do it myself," Corrine protested, sitting up and reaching

swiftly dodged backward, raising the

Corrine stumbled forward and fell right into his arms. The impact was sharp, sending a jolt of sensation through her, and she blinked, her eyes

you have any idea how infuriating

turning her back to him as

bed, her

waist, pulling her back into his embrace

undeniable strength. "Not as infuriating

do you mean?" Corrine's voice was sharp with disbelief, and

him. "Explain yourself!"

with a tenderness that caught her off guard. "You agreed to be with me, yet you keep a distance from me. You make me

froze, her mind momentarily blank, the sweetness of his

as if it were floating, overwhelmed by