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.

returned moments later with a small bottle

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

leave. Corrine

her hand wrapped around the fabric. His face softened, and when he spoke, his voice was laced

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doesn’t hurt that much,”

he gently uncurled her

when a small, dramatic moan

in his tracks. Corrine smirked, watching as he turned back

the hospital,” he said, his voice taut

moment, throwing her arms around his neck, a playful spark dancing in her eyes.

stern, but he did not

her voice muffled by the fabric of his shirt.

he said nothing. Then, a quiet sigh escaped him—resigned, affectionate. “What

her gaze locking with his. There was something unspoken in her

him like a bolt of

her, stunned. “Are