The Jilted Heiress' Return To The High Life

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Chapter 847: Corrine flashed a faint smile, her voice barely above a whisper. “Then I must not have loved her enough." Otherwise, why could she not remember her face? "Love does not follow a formula, nor does it abide by strict rules. Don't doubt yourself." Nate leaned down, his lips brushing against her forehead in a tender kiss.

Corrine closed her eyes for a moment, drawing in a slow breath. "Get srest. Once midnight strikes, you will be the birthday celebrant." Nate arched an eyebrow, curiosity glinting in his gaze. "And what surprise have you prepared for me?" "There is a gift," she said, slipping from his embrace, her finger playfully tapping his chest. "But whether it surprises you or not, I cannot say." Nate let out a quiet chuckle. "That only makesmore intrigued." As Corrine turned to leave, he moved swiftly, catching up with her in a heartbeat. Before she could react, his arms were around her, sweeping her off her feet.

A startled gasp escaped her lips as she instinctively clung to his neck.

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"Care to givea hint?" he murmured, his deep gaze locked onto hers.

Corrine lifted an eyebrow, her lips curving slightly. "If I tell you, then there will be nothing to anticipate." She hesitated, then added, "But I will give you sadvice-do not set your expectations too high. You might end up disappointed." "Fair enough," Nate conceded with a smirk.

Just then, a faint scent reached Corrine's nose.

She stilled. It was subtle but unmistakable. A woman's perfume. Her eyes narrowed slightly as she leaned in, her nose hovering near his collar.

Nate's grip on her shifted ever so slightly, his muscles tensing as her warm breath brushed against his skin. His voice dropped, low and velvety. "What are you smelling?" More chapters available at glnovls.☐☐☐ "A woman's perfume," she said, her tone unreadable.

For the briefest moment, something flickered in Nate's dark eyes-cold, distant, almost imperceptible.

"I must have picked it up at the event."

Corrine studied him for a second longer before pulling away. "Then go wash it off," she said, slipping from e.

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his arms and pushing him toward the bathroom. "I have no intention of falling asleep wrapped in another woman's scent." Nate stood tall and unyielding, his presence commanding. When Corrine pushed against him, she quickly realized just how immovable he was.

It felt as pointless as trying to shift a mountain, especially when he had no intention of budging.

He caught sight of her reflection in the floor-to-ceiling window, watching the way she struggled against him. Amusement flickered across his face before settling into a slow, knowing smile.

After what felt like a battle of wills, she finally managed to maneuver him toward the bathroom. A long breath of relief escaped her lips as she straightened, ready to leave.

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