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.

moments later with a

skin made her flinch—cool,

leave. Corrine

the fabric. His face softened, and when he spoke,

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hurt that much,”

her fingers

steps when a small, dramatic moan came from the bed. “Ouch…

Corrine smirked, watching as he turned back

hospital,” he said, his voice

the moment, throwing her arms around his neck, a playful

but

the fabric of his shirt. “I know I was wrong.

moment, he said nothing. Then, a quiet sigh escaped him—resigned, affectionate. “What am I going to do with

was something unspoken in her eyes, something raw and

a bolt

at her,