The Jilted Heiress' Return To The High Life

Chapter 1373:

Before she could react, her arms were wrenched behind her, and her back slammed against the door with an audible thud.

A familiar scent—cool, woody, and faintly bitter—wrapped around her like a haunting memory, both intoxicating and suffocating.

She shuddered, shock flickering across her eyes.

Was it Nate?

How could he be here—in Riverveille?

Questions ricocheted through her mind like bullets, but Nate’s eyes narrowed at her silence, that dangerous glint cutting straight through her defenses.

He leaned in slowly, each movement deliberate, his fingers tilting her chin upward until their gazes locked. His voice, low and edged with cold steel, broke the silence. “Why are you back so late?”

into a hard,

in darkness, save for faint light filtering through the frosted glass window—just

higher, his eyes boring into hers with a forceful intimacy—deep,

he had narrowly escaped death, the injuries had taken their

was hollowed, skin pale, the sharp lines of his cheekbones more prominent than she remembered. His eyes, once lively, now looked like

locked. Breath

that space between heartbeats, the air thickened, heavy and stifling—like a

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bear it any longer. “What brings you

with mockery, each word dipped in

Nate

with a dry swallow. “Are you

into a faint smile—but there was nothing warm about

“You’re