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

blush deepened, creeping down to her ears, her pulse racing with the sudden surge

smile tugging at his lips, she realized he was deliberately

with her.

of her heart and replied, her voice steady despite the flutter in her

still lingering on her cheeks. His smile widened,

adjusted the hairdryer, and then beckoned

do it myself," Corrine protested, sitting up

backward, raising the hairdryer above

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

do you have any idea

an exasperated glare, turning her back to him as she perched

bed, her posture stiff

waist, pulling her back into

"Not as infuriating

do you mean?" Corrine's voice was sharp

him. "Explain yourself!"

playful smile, his breath warm against her ear as he leaned down, his lips brushing her cheek with a tenderness that caught her off

momentarily blank, the sweetness of his words disarming

if it were floating, overwhelmed