The Jilted Heiress' Return To The High Life

Chapter 465:

Before a word could be exchanged, his phone rang. As soon as Nate answered, Moses’ voice rang through the line.

“Nate, I found her. She is in her cabin.”

Nate did not wait for details. Without another glance at Leah and Bruce, he strode toward the guest rooms with singular purpose.

When he reached Corrine’s door, he knocked once, twice. No response. His patience snapped. Without hesitation, he kicked the door open. The room was cloaked in shadows, save for a faint glow spilling from the bathroom.

His jaw clenched as he approached, his fingers pressing against the bathroom door before pushing it open. His breath hitched.

Corrine’s dark hair fanned out in the water like ink dissolving into the surface, her delicate frame submerged beneath the bath’s icy depths. Her skin, almost translucent from the cold, held an eerie, otherworldly beauty—like a porcelain doll abandoned to the elements. Veins mapped faint, blue trails beneath her flesh, giving her a fragile, ethereal quality.

Nate’s brows furrowed as he knelt, his fingers brushing against her cheek.

“Corrine. Corrine…”

warmth met her frozen skin, and at that touch, something in Corrine stirred. To her,

desperate need for warmth overtook her. A soft sigh escaped her lips as she instinctively nuzzled against

unreadable coldness. He knew her too

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unnatural warmth seeping through her flesh made his brows furrow. He had a vague suspicion of what had happened to her. Without hesitation, he grabbed a towel from the nearby rack and

as she forced them open, a brief chill settling over her expression. But the moment

you… why are you here?” Her usual cool voice was laced with an unfamiliar fragility, her breath

hyperaware of the crisp scent clinging to Nate. It was intoxicating. She found herself leaning toward him, aching for the relief his presence seemed to promise.

I can handle

her to the bed. He caught the faint shimmer of unshed tears in her eyes, the way her teeth dug

that left no room for defiance. He reached out, pressing his