The Jilted Heiress' Return To The High Life novel Chapter 137

Chapter 137 Out Of Control

Corrine’s eyes widened in shock as Nate’s firm, commanding embrace pulled her in, his overwhelming passion engulfing her.

He kissed her deeply, his lips pressing against hers with an insistent hunger, exploring every inch of her with feverish desire.

His kiss came like a sudden storm, unexpected and relentless, sweeping her into a daze, leaving her mind spinning in confusion.

Her eyelashes fluttered with panic, her hands struggling against the intensity of the moment, as if trying to regain some sense of control.

It felt as though everything was spiraling beyond her reach.

She lost all sense of time until Nate’s deep, husky voice rumbled in her ear. “Are you trying to drive me mad?”

His face remained buried in the curve of her neck, his warm breath fanning her skin, sending waves of shivers down her spine.

Corrine awkwardly pulled away, her chest rising and falling as she steadied her breath, asking with unexpected seriousness, “Don’t you still have work to finish?”

“So what?” Nate replied nonchalantly, rolling onto his back.

Corrine frowned, trying to sit up. “Hurry up and get to work, so you can rest early

tonight.”

“Let me stay with you a little longer,” Nate insisted, pulling her back into his arms with a slow, purposeful motion. “It took a lot for me to be here with you.”

Corrine chuckled softly, her lips curving with a teasing glint in her eye. “This is your place. Who would stop you from coming in?”

“If you’re not here, what’s the point of me staying?” Nate countered, his tone soft yet filled with unspoken meaning. He kissed the top of her head, his voice low and rich with emotion. “Before you, I didn’t know what love was. Now, without you, nothing else in this world means anything to me.”

Corrine always steeled herself for Nate’s occasional sweet words, but each time they fell from his lips, they cut through her like an arrow, leaving her vulnerable.

It was as if she wore a shield, yet it couldn’t protect her from his forceful tenderness.

But in this moment, the sting wasn’t from a cold, unfeeling wound-it was from Nate, a man who appeared detached and indifferent on the surface, yet beneath, his heart burned with passion, determination, and a trace of obsession.

Corrine wasn’t a saint, and she wasn’t immune to beauty or sweet words. Everything she adored seemed to converge in the man before her-Nate.

How could she resist him, with all his warmth and intensity surrounding her?

How could she maintain any semblance of clarity in the face of this overwhelming pull?

She gazed at Nate, her eyes softening with a hint of affection, her lips curving into a playful smile. “Nate, you’re beyond saving.”

“I’m saved,” Nate murmured, tightening his embrace just enough to draw her closer. Leaning down, his voice low and intimate, he whispered in her ear, “You’re the one who keeps me grounded.”

Corrine paused for a moment, her breath hitching as she gave him a light poke in the chest. “I have an early meeting tomorrow. I really should get some rest.”

“Then go to sleep.”

What had started as a teasing comment ended with Corrine softly whispering, “Goodnight”. She then settled her head on his arm, drifting peacefully into slumber.

The room was filled with the delicate scent of her fragrance-subtle, not overpowering –but it lingered, teasing Nate’s senses, pulling at him in ways he couldn’t ignore.

In the quiet darkness, Nate shook his head in frustration.

He never anticipated losing control like this tonight.

His

gaze flickered to the peaceful form of Corrine, asleep beside him, her breathing even and serene. With a barely audible sigh, he admired how effortlessly this carefree