The Jilted Heiress' Return To The High Life

Chapter 917:

The tension in Corrine’s body melted away, her eyelids fluttering shut as she surrendered to the sensation. The trace of arousal in her expression did not go unnoticed.

Nate studied her every reaction, his dark gaze deepening, desire coiling in his chest like a beast barely held at bay.

And then, without warning, he pulled away. Releasing her arm, he threw back the covers and climbed out of bed.

The sudden absence of his warmth sent a ripple of confusion through her. She blinked, her drowsy mind struggling to catch up. “Where are you going?”

His silhouette disappeared into the bathroom, his voice drifting back to her. “To shower.”

A small crease formed between her brows. Had he not already done that?

sound of running water filled the silence, realization dawned. A soft chuckle escaped her

the bathroom, Nate caught the faint sound of her laughter. He exhaled, a hint of resignation flickering

of breaking even the strongest

family residence

of Corrine’s design ideas was the first gust of

of the Burgess family plummeted, dragging the Ashton family down with it, like a sinking ship pulling everything in its wake. But

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route, and it was all because she

had once cast off his daughter, couldn’t help but wonder if Corrine had found a powerful ally. After all, how else could someone like her, with no past reputation in design, stir such a storm online? He lit a cigarette, the smoke

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