The Jilted Heiress' Return To The High Life

Chapter 1683:

Still stunned, a warmth stirred inside her—the feeling of being deeply cherished. Now she truly understood what it felt like to be caught off guard by love.

“I was sure my surprise would leave you speechless,” Nate murmured, slipping his fingers between hers. “But after what you did, I started second-guessing myself. Roses speak in more than just colors. Each one says something I’ve been wanting to tell you. So I brought them all home.”

Corrine turned to him, her eyes bright with delight. “No wonder I couldn’t find any roses today. You bought the whole city’s supply.” She had planned to buy him a bouquet, but the florist had told her they were sold out early that morning.

“Now, every single one of them is yours,” Nate said.

Corrine arched an eyebrow, playfully. “Just the roses?”

“I’m yours too.”

“Roses bloom for a season. Do you come with an expiration date?”

“How about a lifetime?”

That night, there was no passionate whirlwind—just the quiet comfort of two hearts resting close, wrapped in each other’s presence. Nate pressed a gentle kiss to her forehead, his voice low and tender.

“Goodnight, my love.”

“Goodnight.”

The next morning, sunlight sifted through the thick canopy outside, slipping between the curtains and painting shifting patches of light across the plush carpet.

a yawn—only to bump into warm skin

brow faintly creased, she gently slid his arm off her and reached toward the nightstand for

is your update

still dominated online chatter. Now that people had some idea of who Nate

photo of Corrine and Nate sharing a kiss beneath the tower. The image was unfocused,

morning rolled around, her phone was already brimming with messages. WhatsApp notifications piled

had been quiet, almost deliberately low-key. It hadn’t been for

Karina

high and you’re still in bed? Must have been

on the first voice message,

Nate go? What was the time

brow twitched hard enough to

asking

of nonsense was this to wake up

jabbed at the pause button—only for her finger to misfire and trigger repeat instead. The teasing echoed

as she shoved her phone beneath the pillow and went still, straining to

That breathing…

slow, meeting Nate’s dark

one arm, lying on his side, watching

Her smile came out

swift move. But before she could swing her legs over, Nate’s arm hooked around her waist and pulled

arched, a teasing curve tugging at his lips. His voice dropped to a rich, deliberate drawl, laced with playful seduction. “Any plans