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.”

in that dream. All she felt was the vast, empty

expression darkened, his hold

“That will never happen.”

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

“That will never happen.”

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her against him. His hand moved in slow, rhythmic strokes along her shoulder, a silent reassurance that he was there, that she was

fingers tracing idle

let’s talk for

lips, exhaustion flickering in his eyes, yet he indulged

you want to talk

hesitated, her

“Anything.”

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

your schedule for

timbre of his voice sent an

I will wait until after the trial in two weeks,” she