The Jilted Heiress' Return To The High Life novel Chapter 135

Chapter 135 Quite

Sensitive

Corrine’s body was taut, her grip on the bedsheet tightening involuntarily, the fabric bunching in her clenched fists.

“Nate, I’m begging you.”

Her voice, soft and fragile, trembled with a hint of desperation.

As the words escaped her lips, Nate’s deep yet gentle voice echoed from above her, sending a shiver down her spine. “What did you say?”

Startled, Corrine snapped her eyes open to see Nate leaning over her, his hand reaching across to grab the hairdryer from the nightstand. Her cheeks flushed a deep crimson, a

wave of embarrassment flooding her.

So, he wasn’t…

Corrine bit her lip, her gaze falling to the bed. “It’s nothing.”

“Really?” Nate’s eyes glinted with mischief, a knowing smile curling at his lips. “But I clearly heard you say you were begging me. What is it you’re begging me for?”

His voice was rich, magnetic, laced with an irresistible allure that made her heart skip.

Corrine’s blush deepened, creeping down to her ears, her pulse racing with the sudden surge of heat.

Seeing the teasing smile tugging at his lips, she realized he was deliberately playing

with her.

Clearing her throat, she tried to steady the rapid beat of her heart and replied, her voice steady despite the flutter in her chest, “Nothing.”

Nate watched her intently, the faint blush still lingering on her cheeks. His smile widened, his eyes sparkling with amusement. “Come here.”

He adjusted the hairdryer, and then beckoned her with a lazy finger.

“I can do it myself,” Corrine protested, sitting up and reaching for the hairdryer.

But before she could grasp it, Nate swiftly dodged backward, raising the hairdryer above his head like a playful challenge.

Caught off guard, Corrine stumbled forward and fell right into his arms. The impact was sharp, sending a jolt of sensation through her, and she blinked, her eyes glistening with a mix of surprise and embarrassment.

“Nate, do you have any idea how infuriating you are?”

She shot him an exasperated glare, turning her back to him as she perched at the foot

of the bed, her posture stiff with frustration.

Nate’s arm snaked around her waist, pulling her back into his embrace with a quiet but undeniable strength. “Not as infuriating as you.”

“What do you mean?” Corrine’s voice was sharp with disbelief, and she twisted to face

him. “Explain yourself!”

Nate’s lips curled into a playful smile, his breath warm against her ear as he leaned down, his lips brushing her cheek with a tenderness that caught her off guard. “You agreed to be with me, yet you keep a distance from me. You make me always think about you. Isn’t that infuriating?”

Corrine froze, her mind momentarily blank, the sweetness of his words disarming her.

Her heart felt as if it were floating, overwhelmed by the sincerity and warmth behind

his simple statement.

So this was what it felt like to be showered with a man’s sweet nothings.

Though her mind screamed for her to keep her composure, her heart betrayed her, sinking deeper into the moment, pulled in by his unexpected tenderness.