The Jilted Heiress' Return To The High Life novel Chapter 128

Chapter 128 Payback

Nate drew in a sharp breath, his eyes narrowing as they darkened like a brewing storm.

His hand, pressed against the sofa for balance, clenched tightly, every muscle in his body going rigid.

Was it pain?

Not quite. It was an indescribable sensation–an itch deep inside, tugging at the edges of his control, like something just out of reach, teasing and unraveling him.

His breaths grew shallow, his chest rising and falling unevenly as his gaze locked intensely on Corrine.

Corrine tilted her head, a playful spark dancing in her eyes. “This is what they call payback.”

Unlike Nate’s measured and careful demeanor, Corrine was entirely bold and unapologetic. The evidence of her actions–a vivid red mark circled by precise teeth marks–stood out clearly.

It wouldn’t fade for at least a week.

Nate’s gaze lingered on her face, her delicate beauty contrasting with the wicked mischief in her expression. His eyes darkened further, his thoughts unreadable.

“It’s time. Let’s go,” Corrine said softly, pressing a hand against his chest as though she could push him away.

But Nate grasped her wrist firmly, pulling her close until she was against him. His broad hand slid behind her neck, holding her in place.

Corrine’s eyes widened slightly as she glanced up at him, only for his face to lower suddenly. A sly, teasing smile tugged at the corner of his lips. “You think you can walk away after arousing me?”

There was a magnetic pull in his eyes–intense and impossible to resist.

For a fleeting moment, as their eyes met, Corrine felt like she was standing too close to a flame.

Her fingers twitched faintly, betraying the calm expression she tried to maintain. “So, double standards now?”

“Hah!” Nate let out a low, rough laugh, his fingers tilting her chin up gently. “You’ve got a real talent for driving me crazy.”

The deep, husky sound of his laughter sent a shiver through Corrine. Her heart skipped unexpectedly, catching her off guard.

“Come on, weren’t you the one who promised me a date? Hurry up.” She quickly pushed Nate away, brushing off her dress with deliberate ease to smooth the creases.

Nate grabbed the coat draped over the sofa, his movements unhurried. He held out his hand to her with a faint smile. “Shall we?”

Like any couple savoring a romantic evening, they started with a light meal before strolling side by side down the quiet street, their voices mingling softly as they talked in

bursts.

In moments like these, the words didn’t matter. It was the silver glow of the moon above them, the gentle kiss of the evening breeze, the rhythm of their steps in sync, and the irreplaceable presence of the person walking beside them.

The dim glow of the streetlights cast their intertwined shadows on the pavement, marking their quiet progression from walking side by side to their fingers lacing together.

Corrine lifted her hand, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear, only to notice something was off. Her earring was missing.

She stopped mid–step, her eyes scanning the ground instinctively.

“What’s wrong?” Nate asked, his attention snapping to her, immediately noticing her

bare left earlobe.

“My earring is gone,” Corrine said softly, her tone calm. “It’s just an earring. Don’t worry about it.”

But Nate wasn’t one to brush it off. Without a word, he turned and began retracing their steps, scanning the dimly lit path until he spotted the tiny earring near a cluster

of bushes.