The Jilted Heiress' Return To The High Life

Chapter 566:

Her long lashes clung together, damp with tears, her eyes shimmering with raw emotion. A sharp ache coiled in Nate’s chest, tightening like an unseen fist around his heart.

He brushed away the damp strands of hair clinging to her face, his fingertips grazing her cheek as he wiped away the lingering tears.

“What happened?” His voice was low, gentle.

Corrine swallowed hard, her voice barely above a whisper.

“I had a nightmare.”

Nate’s grip on her tightened. He pressed a lingering kiss to her temple, his lips warm against her skin.

“Tell me.”

For a moment, she hesitated, as if saying the words might make them real. Then, she leaned into him, her breath ghosting against his chest.

“I dreamed that you did not want me anymore.”

her whole in that dream. All she felt

expression darkened, his hold

“That will never happen.”

voice was steady, unwavering. He cupped her cheek, his thumb brushing along her

“That will never happen.”

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as he pulled her back into bed, cradling her against him. His hand moved in slow, rhythmic strokes along her

shifted slightly, her fingers tracing idle patterns against

let’s talk

played at his lips, exhaustion flickering in his eyes, yet he indulged

you want to talk

her thoughts

“Anything.”

stretched between them, comfortable, unhurried. Then, Nate’s voice came, lower now,

finalized your schedule for

his voice sent an

think I will wait until after the trial in two weeks,” she said, uncertainty flickering across her