The Jilted Heiress' Return To The High Life novel Chapter 123

Chapter 123 Will You Move

In With Me

“It’s a promise!” Corrine said, her smile radiant as her gaze locked onto his.

Nate’s eyes softened as he took in her glowing face, an invisible pull urging him to lean

in closer.

Instinctively, she tilted back, her eyes glimmering with a trace of nervousness.

His familiar scent wrapped around her, calming yet disarming.

He stopped mere inches away, his intense stare holding her captive as their breaths intertwined. His lips parted. “It’s a promise.”

His voice, deep and velvety, carried the warmth of aged wine, a tone that lingered in the air and in her thoughts.

Corrine felt her heart skip wildly, her fingers curling slightly against her side. Clearing

her throat, she said, “Could you, um, step back a little?”

The proximity set her nerves alight, a mixture of excitement and unease that made her feel as if he might kiss her at any second.

“We’re together now. There’ll be plenty of moments like this in the future, so you should start getting used to it,” Nate said, his intense gaze falling to her slightly parted lips. “May I kiss you?”

Corrine’s cheeks warmed with a bashful flush. “You didn’t ask for permission the last time you kissed me.”

And now he decided to play the gentleman!

“So, you don’t mind me kissing you.”

Corrine stared at him, utterly at a loss for words.

Her mind raced, searching for a response, but none came.

The sound of a knock on the door broke through the tension.

Corrine straightened herself, her posture rigid. “Come in!”

Natasha entered the room, her sharp eyes immediately noting Nate’s presence.

Her brows knitted together, her expression subtly tense.

Strange.

She hadn’t noticed him earlier. How did he get in?

She steadied herself, brushing the thought aside, and walked up to Corrine. “Miss Holland, here are the documents you asked for.”

Corrine nodded slightly, sparing a quick glance upward, only to catch Natasha’s eyes fixed on Nate.

There was no warmth in her gaze, just sharp appraisal, as though gauging whether Nate posed a threat to Corrine.

Nate, entirely unbothered by Natasha’s silent interrogation, seemed more interested in leisurely admiring the office’s decor.

After a brief pause, Natasha tore her gaze away, shifted toward Corrine as if on the verge of speaking, but ultimately left without a word.

Nate twirled the apartment key card between his fingers, the corners of his lips lifting faintly. “What’s this?”

Corrine plucked the card from his hand with ease, slipping it into her bag without much thought. “An apartment my uncle arranged for me.”

“You’re moving out on your own?” A flicker of something unreadable danced in Nate’s

eyes.