The Jilted Heiress' Return To The High Life

Chapter 466:

Nate watched her, curled up like a fragile creature bracing against the storm.

Even now, she would rather endure in silence than reveal any weakness before him.

“There usually is no antidote for this kind of drug,” Nate stated coolly, shattering the tense silence between them.

Corrine’s body stiffened. Her fingers clenched the blanket tightly as she swallowed hard. Her voice barely rose above a whisper.

“What now?”

His response was unhesitant.

“You need my help.”

like a wave, leaving her

against her back. A tremor ran through her. The heat radiating from him seeped into her, and

already crumbling rationality

against his chest; seeking something—anything—to soothe the unbearable ache within her. Her hands clutched at his shirt, her movements desperate and instinctive.

he were the only

the fire coursing through her veins, she reached for him instinctively, her lips finding his in a chaotic, fevered kiss. Nate’s body went rigid

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flushed cheeks, her dazed, unfocused eyes—she was both innocent and dangerous, a contradiction that tempted and unsettled him. He had never seen her like this

as she buried her face in his shoulder, a quiet sob caught in

“I feel so uncomfortable…”

slipping further into the drug’s merciless grip. What was she supposed to do? She had

was a miscalculation she had never accounted

in his chest as he reached out, his fingers brushing away the tears clinging to the corners of her eyes. His deep, magnetic voice

“Do you want it?”