The Jilted Heiress' Return To The High Life

Chapter 1374:

That name again—Mr. Hopkins. She spoke it like a shield, drawing a line between them, pushing him back.

As she brushed past him, Nate caught her arm. In one motion, he pulled her against him, wrapping his arms around her from behind.

His hold was tight—too tight. His arms desperately cinched around her waist, as if he could hold her still long enough to stop everything spinning.

“Corrine, I’m sorry,” he murmured in her ear. “Please… don’t be angry anymore, okay?”

His chin rested in the hollow of her neck, his breath brushing her skin, his words rasping like smoke. “Tell me what to do. I’ll do anything—just tell me how to make this right.”

The hoarseness of his voice curled into her ears, making them tingle.

grip was suffocating. She could barely breathe beneath the weight of his arms. She shifted, trying to wriggle free, but

deep breath to steady

growled, his grip stubborn and desperate, like

thaw her heart. And now, because of his secrecy,

guilt churned deep in his gut, heavier than

his thoughts, then finally murmured hoarsely near her ear, “I didn’t

you were afraid I’d

you’re sorry, but you don’t even understand what you’re apologizing for.

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against his skin—measured, detached, merciless, as if she was provoking

his chest. “Then tell me,” he

were beyond this. That they could handle