The Jilted Heiress' Return To The High Life novel Chapter 219

Chapter 219 Did I Seek

Your Intervention

“Never compromise your true self for anything or anyone.” Looking her in the eye, Nate assured her softly, adding, “There’s no need for you to change; I’ll learn to adapt to your world…”

This reassurance touched Corrine deeply, prompting tears that she had long held back to start spilling over.

Her tears, once restrained, now cascaded down her cheeks unchecked.

Nate’s typically composed eyes now reflected a surge of concern and slight panic at her

distress.

Fumbling a bit, he reached out to wipe away her tears, whispering comforting words. “Shh, it’s alright. No more tears.” He pulled her into a tight embrace.

Through her sobs, Corrine chuckled slightly, teasing him, “Nate, are you sure you’re good at comforting?”

He frowned slightly and replied, “Honestly, gentleness isn’t my forte, but for you, I’m willing to become better.”

Corrine’s eyes, still moist, brightened with a soft smile.

She took a moment, and then responded softly, “Thank you.”

Nate said, “As I’ve mentioned, I don’t just want thanks through words…”

Before he could finish, Corrine sealed his lips with a gentle kiss, reminiscent of the fleeting kiss the night before.

Their kiss, brief yet deeply tender, seemed almost dreamlike.

As he drew closer, Corrine gently pressed against his chest, whispering, “Nate, our time is short today. Just one hour.”

A slight frown marred his features, perhaps upset that their moment was brief.

Soon after, they arrived at a restaurant.

The authentic risotto flavors rekindled Corrine’s appetite, and she savored every bite.

At that moment, her phone rang on the table.

She caught a glimpse of the notification, hastily swallowed her food, and began to cough.

A hand with prominent knuckles quickly offered her a glass of water.

Gratefully, Corrine took a sip before answering the phone.

“Corrine!” Jules‘ voice came through the phone, resonating loudly.

Slightly startled, she moved the phone away from her ear and responded with composure, “Yes, Jules? What’s going on?”

“What do you mean ‘what’s going on‘? Haven’t you seen the barrage of online attacks against you?”

“It’s possible they’re not really targeting me,” Corrine replied calmly.

Hearing her tone, Jules scoffed, “Sure, those manipulated photos might deceive some, but to me, they’re amateurish.”

Indeed, the circulating photos were a concoction of genuine and doctored images, largely altered by sophisticated means.