The Jilted Heiress' Return To The High Life novel Chapter 301

Chapter 301 Drawing Circles Along Her Spine

Thirty minutes later, they reached Platinum Apartments.

As they entered, Nate paused in the foyer, observing Corrine retrieve a pair of men’s slippers from a cabinet. His expression shifted subtly, a hint of amusement in his eyes.

Noticing his intrigued look, Corrine offered a calm explanation. “Jules insisted I keep these here. He thinks it’s safer if it seems like I’m not living alone.”

Nate let out a resigned sigh. “You have a knack for shattering the illusion.”

He had been fantasizing about their future together under one roof.

With a playful blink, Corrine responded, “Should I apologize for that?”

At a loss for words, Nate simply watched her.

“Head to the guest room and relax,” she suggested, pulling her hair up with a scrunchie.

Nate softly placed a stray hair back in place. “And what will you be doing?”

“I’m going to prepare something for you to eat,” she answered.

“Why not come rest with me for a bit?” He caressed her earlobe, his touch lingering, teasing. “I’ll behave, I promise.”

His voice, low and inviting, vibrated near her ear.

Corrine’s eyes fluttered under the closeness of his whisper. Before she could object, Nate added, “Will you say no again?”

Hesitating only a moment, she found herself drawn closer by his embrace.

His fresh, earthy fragrance surrounded her, overwhelming her senses.

Finally, Corrine sighed. “Saying yes might make me appear too eager.”

“Eager, you say?” Nate responded with a laugh, lifting her chin gently. He dipped closer, his kiss light as air. “Your restraint, on the other hand, is torture for me.”

Corrine raised an eyebrow. “Is that a complaint?”

He pressed his face into her neck, his breath warming her skin. “Not at all. I relish every obstacle you set before me. Winning your heart is just a matter of time.”

Her lips curled into a slight smile.

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Chapter 201 Drawing Circles Along Her Spine

Without warning, Nate lifted her effortlessly and made his way to the guest room.

“Have you turned into some sort of rouge, Nate?” Corrine half–joked, her laughter mingling with protest.

“Rogue?” Nate murmured, slowing his steps, a hint of amusement on his face

His smirk deepened. “Perhaps I should act the part, then?”

Corrine was at a loss for words.