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…?”

voice was low

and wrapped her arms around him, nestling her head against his chest.

brief pause, she added, “Besides, I wasn’t hurt. There’s no need

even consider the consequences?” His deep, raspy

entire

near-catastrophe would never have

on Dewey’s shoulders, and he alone

begins with

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 me—perfectly fine now.” Her soothing words gradually melted the

holding her as if he meant to absorb

control, it felt like an icy hand had clenched around his heart. His customary composure had shattered instantly, leaving only a single