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.”

lonely darkness had swallowed her whole in that dream. All she felt was the vast,

darkened, his hold on her

“That will never happen.”

unwavering. He cupped her cheek, his thumb

“That will never happen.”

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in slow, rhythmic strokes along her shoulder, a silent reassurance that he was there,

fingers tracing

talk

lips, exhaustion flickering in his eyes, yet he

want to talk

hesitated, her

“Anything.”

comfortable, unhurried. Then, Nate’s voice came,

for

timbre of his voice sent

trial in two weeks,” she said, uncertainty flickering across her