The Jilted Heiress' Return To The High Life

Chapter 1739: (END)

Without another word, Nate scooped her into his arms.

Caught off guard, Corrine let out a quiet groan.

Nate looked down at her, concern flashing in his eyes. “What is it?”

Her gaze dropped, her voice low with unease. “It’s nothing. I just hit my back earlier.”

But before she could offer any reassurance, he had already carried her to the bed and gently laid her down. In one smooth motion, he turned her over to inspect.

“I told you—it was only a slight bump,” she murmured, trying to brush it off. But her protest came too late. Her clothes were drawn back, exposing her skin to the night air. A chill rippled across her spine.

His eyes darkened when he saw the bruise—faintly purple, already spreading across the small of her back like a cruel blossom. His jaw clenched, lips pressed into a thin line. “This was from the bump?”

Corrine lay there, unable to answer. Anxiety pinned her down more firmly than his hands ever could.

Without another word, Nate turned and strode out of the room.

later with a small bottle

ointment against her skin made her flinch—cool, stinging, unfamiliar. Her body tensed

moved to leave. Corrine reached out and caught his sleeve. “Do not be angry,” she

and when he spoke, his voice was laced with quiet exasperation. “When will you start

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doesn’t hurt that

uncurled her

small, dramatic moan came from the bed.

stopped in his tracks. Corrine smirked, watching as he

to the hospital,” he said, his voice

around his neck, a playful spark dancing

remained stern, but he did

nestled against his chest, her voice muffled by the fabric of his shirt. “I know I was wrong. Please don’t stay mad at

Then, a quiet sigh escaped him—resigned, affectionate. “What am

There was something unspoken in

like a bolt

her,