The Jilted Heiress' Return To The High Life novel Chapter 3

Chapter 3 Those Eyes

Corrine’s mind emptied like an overturned glass, her feet becoming lead weights against the pavement.

The car blazed past her, an obsidian bullet piercing through space and time.

The violent aftermath of rushing air sent Corrine sprawling onto the unforgiving ground.

In the desolate street, logic dictated the driver would vanish into the night–no witnesses, no consequences, no

trace to follow in their wake.

Yet fate had other plans. The vehicle’s engine growled as it reversed course, coming to rest mere inches from

where she lay.

The passenger door swung open with deliberate grace, revealing an elegant figure stepping forth. Custom black leather shoes touched the ground as their owner emerged, extending an ebony umbrella that sheltered her from

the relentless downpour.

“Are you alright?” The deep timbre of Nate Hopkins‘ voice resonated through the rain–soaked air.

Corrine’s gaze traveled upward, taking in the sight before her. His face was a study in precision–sharp angles and defined planes that spoke of nobility, while his eyes held an inexplicable magnetism that tugged at the

edges of her memory.

Those eyes stirred something within her consciousness–a whisper of recognition that danced just beyond her

grasp.

“I’m fine, thank you…” The words scraped past her throat in barely more than a whisper.

Her attempt to stand ended in defeat as pain lanced through her scraped legs and lacerated foot, sending her

tumbling back toward the ground.

Before gravity could claim her again, a strong arm swept around her waist, drawing her up against a solid wall

of strength.

The chill emanating from Nate’s body enveloped her as she found herself pressed against his chest.

Her palms connected with the firm plane of his torso, and heat bloomed beneath her fingers despite his cool

exterior.

The contrast of sensations overwhelmed her senses. Instinct drove her to push away, but Nate responded by

gathering her more securely into his arms, lifting her with effortless grace.

“What are you doing? Put me down!” Ice crystallized in Corrine’s voice, matching the sudden frost in her expression.

The intimate contact struck a discordant note–even Bruce, her companion of three years, had never ventured beyond holding hands. This stranger’s bold actions stirred uncomfortable waves in her carefully ordered world.

Nate’s steady gaze found hers, his voice carrying quiet authority, “You’re injured. You need to go to the hospital.”

“I–I can walk on my own,” Corrine protested, though his proximity sent waves of tension through her body, his cold aura pressing in from all sides.

“Don’t move.” The command rolled from his lips like distant thunder, brooking no argument and stilling her

resistance.

The car’s frigid interior prompted a sneeze from Corrine’s lips.

Nate’s hand found the climate controls, silencing them. Noting her trembles, he draped his jacket across her shoulders with surprising gentleness. “Try not to catch a cold.”

“Thank you.” The garment carried his essence–both his scent and lingering warmth–sending her heart into an

unexpected gallop.

A ghost of amusement flickered through Nate’s eyes as he noticed the color rising in her cheeks. “I should be

the one thanking you.”

Confusion painted her features. “What?”

His voice remained steady as steel. “Thank you for accepting my apology and giving me a chance to make it

right.”

They arrived at the nearest hospital, where Corrine insisted on walking despite her injuries. Nate matched her halting pace with patience until they reached their destination.