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.”

swallowed her whole in that dream. All she

his

“That will never happen.”

He cupped her cheek, his thumb brushing along her

“That will never happen.”

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

tracing idle patterns against his

let’s talk

exhaustion flickering in his eyes, yet

you want

hesitated, her thoughts

“Anything.”

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

for the trip

rough timbre of his voice sent an unexpected shiver

trial in two weeks,”