The Jilted Heiress' Return To The High Life

Chapter 1004:

“When do you plan to come with me to the Independent Continent?” Nate asked.

Corrine tilted her head, thinking for a moment. “What about tomorrow?”

“No need to hurry,” Nate replied. “If you’re not ready, we can wait a few more days.”

“No, tomorrow works at the latest.”

Everything was already set. The only thing that had thrown her plans off was her unexpected coma.

Nate set down his knife and fork, grabbed a napkin, and slowly wiped his hands. “Then I’ll come get you tomorrow.”

“Okay.”

After they finished eating, Corrine had planned to take a spin on the water. But Nate, remembering she had just been released from the hospital, worried about her health and decided to take her back to the Ford estate instead.

The car came to a stop, and Corrine glanced at him, reluctant to leave. “So, I’m going back inside?”

“Yes,” Nate replied. “Get some rest tonight.”

Corrine didn’t say anything. She just opened the car door. As she was about to step out, she asked again, “I’m really leaving?”

Nate gave a brief, emotionless nod.

“Then I’m really leaving!” Corrine repeated, unable to stop herself. Seeing him stay quiet, she felt a little frustrated. With a sigh, she turned and prepared to get out.

But just as her foot hit the ground, Nate suddenly reached out. He pulled her back, wrapping his arm around her waist and drawing her into his arms.

Before she could react, he leaned in and kissed her. Their lips met with urgency and heat.

When the kiss finally broke, Corrine leaned against him, breathless, her eyes glistening with a soft, watery shine.

𝗘𝘅𝗽𝗹𝗼𝗿𝗲 𝗺𝗼𝗿𝗲 𝗮𝘁 gⱯ𝗅𝗇𝗈ν𝖊𝗅𝘀⩿𝖼𝗈𝗺

Nate looked down at her and gently brushed the moisture from her lips with his fingertips. “Do you have any idea how much I’ve been holding back?”

He feared that her body, still healing, wouldn’t be able to handle his passion, yet she seemed to keep teasing him without even realizing it. Corrine let out a quiet sigh. “Is it my fault?”

“How could I blame you?” Nate replied, a soft smile playing on his lips. “It’s my lack of control, not you.”noveldrama

Hearing this, Corrine couldn’t help but laugh. She cupped Nate’s face, kissed him quickly, and then hopped out of the car with purpose. “I’m leaving. Goodnight.”

“Goodnight.”

Once Corrine had left, Nate’s face hardened, returning to its usual serious expression. “Head to Research Institute 101.”

“Yes, sir.”

As the car glided down the road, Nate’s phone suddenly rang. It was Zack.

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