The Jilted Heiress' Return To The High Life

Chapter 848:

But before she could take a single step, the bathroom door suddenly swung open. In one swift motion, Nate caught her wrist and pulled her inside.

The door slammed shut behind them with a resounding bang. Corrine’s back hit the smooth wood, and in the next breath, she found herself trapped, facing Nate.

Her pulse stuttered. “What are you doing?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper. Her eyelashes fluttered as she struggled to hold his gaze.

The confined space, the steamy warmth of the bathroom—it was too easy to imagine things taking a turn she was not prepared for.

Her heart pounded against her ribs.

“Help me take it off.” Nate’s voice was low, deliberate. He guided her hand to his shirt collar.

warmth bloomed across her cheeks. Her fingers trembled slightly as she undid

a stark contrast to the cool detachment he usually wore like armor. Tonight, however, something in his demeanor had shifted. He was untamed,

she fought the absurd urge to trail her fingers along the defined

that sent a shiver down her spine. A predator savoring the

fingers traced along her cheek before gliding to the delicate curve behind her ear. “You

needed to regain control. Forcing a composed expression, she cleared her throat. “I should go now,” she said,

to turn, his hand landed

of his palm. Her heart pounded wildly, a frantic rhythm she could not control. Instinct took

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voice held a teasing lilt.

eyes widened, her breath catching in her