The Jilted Heiress' Return To The High Life

Chapter 1157:

Nate’s gaze, dark and piercing, fixed on her intently. “Do you think I care about that?” he asked, his voice low.

“You might not care,” Corrine said, taking his hand in hers, her eyes blazing with resolve, “but I do. I cannot undo the past, but now that I’m here, how can I stand by and watch you be maligned?”

After a pause, she continued, “You brought me to the Independent Continent, where I’m seen as nothing more than a weakness others think they can exploit against you. But I am not just a liability. I can be your shield.”

In times of peace, Corrine could nestle against Nate’s chest, sharing his joy. In times of conflict, she could be his staunchest ally, safeguarding his victories.

Nate’s expression hardened, his eyes reflecting a stormy depth. “You should trust me,” he said sternly.

To him, reputations and others’ opinions mattered little. Corrine was his paramount concern.

Corrine pressed her lips together, giving his hand a gentle tug. “I promise, next time, I’ll—”

Before she could finish, Nate drew her close, his arm encircling her waist, the other hand tilting her chin upward. His cold aura made Corrine’s breath catch.

The familiar scent of wood from his cologne tightened her heart.

Nate’s eyes narrowed, his face inches from hers, his breath cool against her skin. “Do you want there to be a next time?” he asked, his voice cutting through the tension.

Corrine knew there were many strategies to defeat Andromache, yet she had chosen self-harm.

What value did she place on her own life?

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Had the police not been there, the bullet would have done more than graze Andromache’s shoulder.

Feeling Nate’s palpable fury, Corrine sensed this time was different.

His look was one of destructive rage, a hellish demon on a path strewn with bones.

Corrine’s fingers tightened. “I… I had no choice,” she stuttered.

“Hah!” Nate’s scornful laugh sent a shiver down her spine. “There are always excuses with you, Corrine. You have truly disappointed me.” With those words, he turned and walked away.

Corrine reached out, her fingers brushing the air where his sleeve had been.

She sighed softly, standing alone.

His anger was unlike anything she had seen before.

Being cautious by nature, Corrine acted only when absolutely certain. She would never risk everything without such certainty.

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