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, stubborn line. She

filtering through the frosted glass window—just enough to reveal blurred features. Both were barely recognizable in the

chin higher, his eyes boring

death, the injuries had taken their

prominent than she remembered.

gazes locked.

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

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any longer. “What brings you

with mockery, each word dipped in the quiet,

Nate

throat bobbed with a dry swallow.

curved into a faint smile—but there

almost a sigh. “You’re