The Jilted Heiress' Return To The High Life

Chapter 876

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Chapter 876: "Ignore it," Nate's voice was cold, almost like steel cutting through the night air.

Without another word, he swept Corrine into his arms, and with a purposeful stride, made for the bedroom. But the knocking behind them persisted, relentless, growing louder as though mocking their intimacy. Outside, Moses muttered, "Are they asleep already? No way. On a night like this, shouldn't they have more fun?" Zack shot Moses an exasperated look, the kind that only cfrom years of knowing someone well enough to understand their every annoyance.

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Moses knew exactly what was going on, yet he still stirred up more trouble.

Putting on a false smile, Zack quipped, "Maybe Nate's making a plan to punish you." Moses snorted, his face breaking into a grin. "Not a chance. I just survived half a month in Ashcliff, that remote place. He wouldn't dare." With renewed enthusiasm, Moses knocked again. “Nate! Open up! Zack and I brought you a cake for your birthday!" "Don't pullinto this madness!" Zack muttered under his breath, his patience clearly running thin.

Moses laughed, completely unfazed. “We're friends! You can't leaveto face this alone." "I don't want a friend like you!" Zack shot back.

Inside, Corrine's gaze lingered on Nate, whose face was stormier than a summer sky on the brink of thunder. A fine layer of sweat beaded on Nate's forehead, while damp strands of hair clung to his brow like darkened tendrils. His lips were drawn into a razor-thin line, his jaw tight with tension, and his entire posture exuded a palpable, dangerous energy-one that seemed to hum with the threat of a storm about to break.

Seeing him struggle with his emotions, Corrine wasn't sure whether to laugh or feel sorry for him. She reached out to touch his face, her fingers brushing lightly over his jawline. "They're just trying to be thoughtful, celebrating your birthday. We can't leave them out there." She started to slip out of his arms.

But before she could take a step, Nate grabbed her wrist, his grip firm yet gentle, pulling her back. Corrine froze, looking up at him in surprise. His expression was a storm of conflicting emotions, his voice low and dangerously calm. "I'll handle it." He yanked the tie from around his neck and, with a swift motion, wrapped it around his hand-his every move purposeful, like a man preparing for a duel. Then, with long strides, he headed toward the door.

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Corrine watched, a smile tugging at her lips. Nate seemed far more m determined to settle his score with n: Moses than to answer the door.

As Nate reached for the door, Corrine hurriedly adjusted the creases in her dress, trying to compose herself, as if amere garment could hide the chaos of emotions swirling beneath the surface.

When Nate flung the living room door open, Moses' eyes went wide at the sight of the flowers and candles inside the room. "Oh my God!" he gasped, looking as though he had stumbled upon something far more intimate than he bargained for.

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