The Jilted Heiress' Return To The High Life

Chapter 93 You Must Take Responsibility For Me

Before Corrine could look up, Nate's hand gently settled on her head, carefully drawing her into his embrace. "Stay with me," he murmured, his words carrying an intimate weight.

The simple gesture sent an inexplicable tremor through Corrine's heart.

"I'm afraid staying here might disturb you..." she began, her voice soft with hesitation.

A playful edge entered Nate's tone. "But you've already disturbed my heart, so you must take responsibility for me."

His deep voice wrapped around her ears like velvet, sending a delicate shiver down her spine. Her cheeks bloomed with a rosy warmth.

Corrine tilted her head slightly, attempting to maintain a semblance of propriety. "Then you should rest well now, and continue working once your fever subsides."

Nate's smile was tender, almost doting. “Alright, I'll do as you say."

"Good. Then get some sleep. I'll stay and make sure you're okay."noveldrama

But Nate was several steps ahead. In one swift motion, he wrapped his arm around her waist and lifted her horizontally. His voice dropped to a deliberately low whisper. "If you keep moving like this, I can't promise I won't lose control."

The implied threat hung in the air. Corrine understood perfectly, her cheeks deepening to a more intense blush. She bit her lower lip lightly, surrendering to his embrace.

His cool, earthy scent enveloped her, causing her heart to race with an intricate mix of anticipation and vulnerability.

Nate leaned down, brushing a gentle kiss against her fluttering eyelashes before softly patting her back. "Sleep," he whispered.

Though she had originally planned to quietly leave once Nate fell asleep, she unexpectedly drifted off herself.

When Nate slowly opened his eyes, he found Corrine peacefully nestled against his arm, resembling a tranquil kitten.

Her long lashes cast delicate shadows over her cheeks, her nose slightly upturned with a soft elegance that drew his gaze. Her lips, slightly parted in sleep, glistened faintly like dew on ripe fruit, and the faint curve of her neckline revealed a glimpse of porcelain skin beneath the loose fabric of her blouse.

Nate's dark eyes deepened, his gaze laced with tenderness and something more indefinable. A resigned smile tugged at the corner of his lips.

She trusted him too much.

He reached out, his fingers brushing delicately over her cheek as if tracing a line of poetry. A quiet infatuation flickered in his eyes as he studied her serene features.

He couldn't fathom why Bruce would choose Leah over Corrine.

In beauty, Leah was no match for her. In family background, Corrine outshone her by miles.

There was nothing about Corrine that could be found lacking.

But then again, perhaps it was Bruce's loss that had paved the way for Nate's gain. If Bruce hadn't abandoned her, things might have been far more complicated.

Just as his thoughts meandered, Corrine's phone buzzed loudly, breaking the tranquility of the moment.

Nate quickly picked it up, glancing at the screen before answering. "Who's this?" The line went silent for a beat before Bruce's familiar voice answered, sharp and tinged with barely suppressed anger. "Put Corrine on the phone."

Nate's lips curled into a mocking smile as he glanced at Corrine, still fast asleep against his arm. Rising quietly, he moved to the balcony. "She's not available," he said, his tone cool, his words deliberate.

On the other end, Bruce's voice rose, laced with barely veiled jealousy. "Who the hell do you think you are to decide that for her? Let me talk to Corrine!"

Nate didn't bother indulging the outburst. He hung up without another word, the dial tone ringing in Bruce's ears.

Bruce stared at the phone in his hand, his jaw tightening as anger simmered beneath

his calm facade.

He let out a cold laugh, his tone dripping with derision. "Corrine, so this is what you've come to."

When his assistant entered moments later, Bruce stood by the floor-to-ceiling window, his expression as dark as the storm clouds that had hung over the city the previous night.

The assistant hesitated, sensing the tension in the room. Clearing his throat cautiously, he said, "Mr. Ashton, everyone's ready for the meeting."

Bruce turned to him, his gaze sharp and cutting, sending an involuntary shiver down the assistant's spine.

"What's the update from the people I sent to investigate Corrine?" he asked, his voice cold enough to freeze the air.

The assistant faltered, and then replied hurriedly, "No significant information has been uncovered yet. It seems someone's gone to great lengths to conceal her whereabouts."