The Jilted Heiress' Return To The High Life

Chapter 56 Head Over

Heels

"I have a question..." Karina hesitated briefly on the other end of the line. Her tone was light, but curiosity seeped through. "Whose Rolls-Royce was

that?"

Corrine pressed her lips together, casting a quick glance at Nate seated. beside her. Clearing her throat in a bid to mask her discomfort, she replied with an air of indifference, "That's not important."

Without waiting for a response, she ended the call.

Turning her attention to Nate, Corrine's tone softened. "Sorry for troubling you with all this."

"It's not you who should apologize," Nate said firmly.

His eyes lingered on her delicate features, his gaze unconsciously tender. Slowly, he reached out and tucked a loose strand of her hair behind her ear. "I won't let them bother you anymore," he added, his voice steady with quiet resolve.

Corrine caught the weight of his words instantly. As Nate reached for his phone, her instincts kicked in, and she grabbed his hand. "Wait!"

Her slender fingers, cool to the touch, rested against his palm. The contrast between the chill of her hand and the warmth of his skin sent a curious calm rippling through him as if her touch alone could soothe a

storm.

Nate's sharp eyes softened, and a faint smile tugged at his lips. "Your hand is cold," he remarked, his voice low and warm.

With an effortless motion, he twisted his wrist, enveloping her hand in his.

His larger hand radiated heat, and Corrine felt a fleeting sense of security she hadn't expected. The flicker in her eyes betrayed her thoughts, but she quickly steadied herself. In a soft yet resolute tone, she said, "This is my problem, and I'll take care of it."noveldrama

"Then take care of it," Nate replied with a faint, knowing smile, his grip on her hand tightening just slightly. "Do it your way. No matter what happens, I'll always have your back."

Surprise flitted across Corrine's face. She gazed at Nate, momentarily speechless.

Every woman deserved to feel protected and cherished, yet such a feeling had eluded her for so long.

In her three years with Bruce, she had been like a shadow-silent, careful. not to provoke him, suppressing her own voice to avoid conflict.

Those years had been a quiet endurance of her own making.

But Nate's words held a different promise: she didn't have to endure. She

didn't have to shrink herself.

She could stand tall, and he'd be there, unwavering.

For a brief moment, the walls she had so carefully erected around her heart seemed to crack. Something soft and unfamiliar slipped through, spreading warmth in its wake.

Matias' cough broke the spell, his voice cutting through the charged silence.

like a knife.

"Miss Holland, where should I take you?"

The interruption jolted Corrine back to the present. Realizing Nate's hand. was still covering hers, she felt an abrupt flush of heat and instinctively

shook it off.

Nate blinked, clearly taken aback.

Was he... rejected?

Corrine cleared her throat, hoping to smooth over the awkwardness, Her expression regained its usual composure, her voice cool and measured. "Timme district, please."

"Understood," Matias replied without hesitation.

The car soon pulled up to her destination..

As Corrine stepped out, Nate handed her the bouquet of roses, his voice.

dropping to a quiet murmur. "Good night."

"Good night," she replied, her tone even.

With a faint, almost imperceptible smile, she turned and walked away.

Nate watched her figure recede until she disappeared from sight. Only then did the car case back into motion..

Matias glanced at Nate through the rearview mirror, his thoughts bubbling. to the surface. Tonight, he had witnessed something entirely out of character. Nate had left a mountain of work back at the office, all for

dinner with Corrine.

Corrine was breathtakingly beautiful-that was true. Still, Matias couldn't help but question if this was the same unshakable Nate Hopkins he had known for years.

"Is there something on your mind?" Nate said suddenly, his sharp gaze catching Matias through the mirror.

Matias blinked, his thoughts slipping out before he could stop them. "I was just thinking... you seemed a bit head over heels tonight."