The Jilted Heiress' Return To The High Life

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Chapter 784: Seeing his silence, she moved swiftly, wrapping her legs around his waist and flipping him over, straddling him with ease. "Still angry?" "What do you think?" Nate countered, his expression unreadable. “If you ask me, I would say you're not done yet." "Angry anymore?" Corrine's smile turned foxlike. "You are the most generous, are you not?" The coldness in his gaze softened at her teasing tone.

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Without warning, he sat up, lifting her effortlessly onto his lap. His fingers trailed along her jaw, pushing aside loose strands of hair as he spoke in a low murmur. "Tellabout Carson." Corrine arched a brow. So, he was not letting this go.

She felt the slight pressure of his fingers tracing behind her ear, a barely-there touch that sent a ripple of tension down her spine. Her fingers curled involuntarily, her body stiffening at the unexpected sensation. She instinctively tried to shift away, but his hold remained firm.

"Corrine." Nate's voice dropped lower, his lips ghosting over her temple. "Why are you so sensitive?" Her eyes flickered toward him. "Do you want to hear my explanation or not?" "Go ahead. I am listening." Corrine exhaled, shifting slightly in his arms. "It is nothing much. He just wants to repay a debt—a life-saving one, I suppose." A glint of amusement flickered through Nate's eyes. "And when did you save him?" "Five years ago. In Forestvale.” She finally moved out of his hold, settling beside him. Her fingers absently smoothed the wrinkles from her shirt as she turned her gaze toward the window. The sunlight outside was blinding, but her expression remained calm, slightly detached. "It was chaotic back then. There were bodies everywhere—people caught in the crossfire, those unlucky enough to be shot. He was one of them. But compared to most, he was lucky, so I saved him on a whim.” But now, it seemed like she had saved a troublesadmirer. She was not naive. The meaning behind Carson's call, that dinner invitation-it was all too easy to decipher.

It was not that she was narcissistic, but Carson, the legendary sharpshooter, was as easy to read as an open book, and his intentions were crystal clear.

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gvlnovs.om hosts thrilling adventures "Most gunfights happen in Forestvale every year. The government has made several attempts to intervene, but the results have been far from satisfactory." Nate took note of Corrine's subdued expression, his fingers absentmindedly gliding through her soft hair, a soothing motion akin to stroking a restless cat. She turned her..." Corrine's gaze turned toward him, curiosity flickering in her eyes. "You seem to know a lot about Forestvale."

A knowing smile tugged at Nate's lips. "I have been there a few times. Maybe we Who knows? Maybe we've even Επ crossed paths."

Corrine frowned slightly, doubtful.

ubtfuln "That seems unlikely." The content is ve on novelenglish.net! Nate arched a brow, his smirk deepening. “Are you sure?"

Before she could respond, his phone buzzed. He rose from his seat) m fishing it out of his pocket and answering with practiced ease.

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