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…”

something in Corrine stirred. To her, it was like a traveler lost in a desert, stumbling

lips as she instinctively nuzzled against his hand, like a

unreadable coldness. He knew her too well to mistake this

MⲾ𝓮 𝒹𝑒𝓉𝒶𝒾𝓁𝓼 𝒶𝓉 g𝓪l𝑛ovєls.𝓬0𝓂

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

she forced them

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

making her 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. Biting her lip, she fought against

I can handle

of unshed tears in her eyes, the way her teeth dug into her

room for defiance. He reached out, pressing his thumb