The Jilted Heiress' Return To The High Life

Chapter 1352:

Instead, he paced anxiously, like a cat trapped on a hot tin roof, his hands on his hips, eyes fixed firmly on her every move.

When he saw her slip slightly, exhaustion threatening to overpower her, his heart leapt into his throat. His hands reached out instinctively, voice dropping to a whisper as he called out, “Be careful!”

Corrine, now eight floors up, barely heard him. The sound of his voice reached her as little more than a distant hum. She glanced down, offering him a quick, reassuring smile before continuing her climb.

It seemed as though fate had chosen that moment to test her resolve. A light drizzle began to fall from the heavens, soft but insistent, adding an extra layer of challenge to her ascent.

The rain slicked the drainpipe, turning it into a treacherous slip-and-slide.

Several times, her hands and feet slipped, her body sliding downward with alarming speed. Each slip made Jules’ heart race faster, his fear mounting with every inch she lost.

more than sixty feet high, with nothing but the cold, unforgiving air below her. If she

room for hesitation. She did not regret a single step of her climb. Her only focus

final burst of energy, she

hospital room. Instead, she reached for the window ledge, testing the air conditioning unit beneath her foot for

little in the dim light—just a

a cold

you love at

his grave injuries, had Nate kept the news

to lie to her, keeping her in the dark? Did he see her as someone who could share only moments of joy but was incapable of

that things are rarely as simple as they seem. Do you honestly believe the summit

trying to stir trouble. But now, looking at Nate’s secrecy, the truth was undeniable—he didn’t trust

trusted her, he wouldn’t