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

first touch of the ointment against her skin made her flinch—cool, stinging, unfamiliar. Her body tensed instinctively,

leave. Corrine reached

softened, and when he spoke, his voice was laced with quiet exasperation. “When

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truly doesn’t hurt that much,” she

Instead, he gently uncurled her fingers from his sleeve and

dramatic moan

Corrine smirked, watching as he turned

go to the hospital,” he said, his voice taut with

around his neck, a playful spark dancing in her eyes. “I

face remained stern, but he did not

his shirt. “I know I was

quiet sigh escaped him—resigned, affectionate. “What

lifted her head, her gaze locking with his. There was something unspoken in her eyes, something raw and sincere. “Nate,” she said quietly, “let’s

a bolt of lightning—unexpected and

her,