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.

Her fingers

into view—chiseled lines, toned muscle, a stark contrast to the cool detachment he usually wore like armor. Tonight, however, something in his demeanor had shifted. He was untamed,

fought the absurd urge to

shiver down her spine.

cheek before gliding to the delicate curve behind her ear. “You are sweating

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

to turn, his hand landed firmly on her waist,

thin fabric of her dress, she felt the warmth of his palm. Her heart pounded wildly, a frantic rhythm she

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voice held a teasing lilt. “Join me

eyes widened, her breath catching in