The Jilted Heiress' Return To The High Life

Chapter 602:

With that, Nate took her hand, leading her out of the office.

As they stepped outside, Matias approached with a respectful nod.

“Miss Holland, here are your things.” He handed her the shopping bag. Nate’s gaze flickered to the logo on the bag. His brow arched slightly. He knew that brand.

“What is this?” he asked deliberately.

Corrine took the bag and pushed it into his arms.

“I got you a shirt. Just a small token of thanks for everything you’ve done for my grandfather.”

Nate’s lips curved into a slow, playful smile, his voice rich with mischief.

“You think a shirt is enough to make me satisfied?”

effortless charm, like an unspoken melody that played softly in the background. Nate’s eyes lingered, their depth growing as he studied her perfect, captivating face. It was as

shopping bag, Nate slid his other arm around her slender waist, drawing her closer. He leaned in, brushing his lips across her temple. His warm breath lingered near her ear,

I want you to give yourself to

a ripple of warmth between them. Her presence was magnetic, drawing him in like the pull of

Nate could close the distance and kiss her, Corrine

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With a swift motion, she turned on her heel and

retreating figure, his gaze unreadable. A faint smile tugged at the corner of his lips as he

had been silently observing,

Holland being a bit too dismissive of

a weary glance at

know? That’s called

their boss

Continent would fall over each other to catch his eye. Yet, not a single one had earned his attention—not a glance, not a smile. Only Corrine seemed to hold his