The Jilted Heiress' Return To The High Life

Chapter 1497:

Corrine studied his stony expression. “Why haven’t you said anything?”

Throughout the entire ride back, Nate hadn’t uttered a single word, though his displeasure filled the space between them.

Instead of answering, he walked to the liquor cabinet, uncorked a bottle, and poured himself a full glass. He drained it in one go, then immediately poured another.

Corrine stepped forward, concern creasing her brow. She caught his wrist mid-pour. “Your stomach won’t thank you for drinking like this.”

The Grenadian rum he was downing like water was meant to be savored or mixed—not thrown back with such reckless abandon.

Nate’s eyes darkened as he looked at her, his grip tightening around the glass as though containing a storm of emotions within. “Why didn’t…?”

didn’t contact me when you were in danger?” His voice was low and

his chest. “I tried to reach you, but the phone signal was

“Besides, I wasn’t hurt. There’s no

consider the consequences?” His deep,

might have made the entire Holland family pay for it, even

been so determined to control his daughter, today’s near-catastrophe would never have occurred. Corrine would never have faced

on Dewey’s shoulders, and he

begins

gentle kiss to Nate’s chin. “The situation was urgent, and I couldn’t reach you. It’s not like I could just drive into the downtown area, right? Besides, I know my limits—I wouldn’t let myself get hurt. Look at

her into a fierce embrace, holding her as if he meant to absorb her into his very being. “Please don’t get hurt,

it felt like an icy hand had clenched around his heart. His customary composure had shattered instantly,