The Jilted Heiress' Return To The High Life novel Chapter 251

Chapter 251 The Grass Is Always Greener On The…

Corrine nervously swallowed, struggling to formulate an explanation.

Then, a soft thump against the car window interrupted her thoughts.

Outside, a couple was locked in an intense argument.

Their spirited debate floated into the car, catching Corrine’s and Nate’s attention seamlessly.

“How dare you watch some male performers behind my back!” the man said angrily.

“Isn’t it fair? You admire women at bars; why can’t we look at men? Plus, they say the grass might be greener elsewhere,” the woman retorted.

“You need a lesson in respect!”

Their loud bickering gradually receded, leaving a haunting quiet in the car.

“Heh!” Nate let out a low chuckle.

The sound was fleeting but enough to make Corrine’s heart flutter.

She looked up, locking eyes with his cold stare, feeling her heart tighten.

Nate moved closer, his calm aura surrounding her. “So, the grass is greener on the

other side, huh?”

Karina’s previous advice about moving on quickly to dodge heartache was one thing, but this grass–is–greener remark ignited something fiercer.

Even Corrine, typically slow on the uptake, picked up on the undercurrent of jealousy in

his tone.

“Others may think that, but it doesn’t reflect my views,” Corrine explained.

Nate’s fingers gently grasped her chin, his intense eyes scanning her face. “It appears you do need a lesson.”

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Corrine’s eyes widened in alarm.

In the next instant, Nate’s lips claimed hers in a passionate kiss.

This kiss, filled with a trace of anger, forcefully nibbled at her tender lips.

Trapped tightly in the small space, Corrine felt Nate restrain her hands behind her back.

She had always been confident in her self–defense capabilities, believing she couldn’t be

subdued without a fight.

Yet, in Nate’s grasp, she found herself powerless, her movements stifled.

“Nate, Nate…” she stammered, wincing at the sharp pain of his bites. “You’re causing

me pain…”

His fingers were clamped firmly around the back of her neck, his eyes ablaze with a repressed longing. “Aren’t I enough for you?”

“You’re misunderstanding something…” Corrine attempted to clarify. She tried to adjust her position, but Nate’s grip on her neck was commanding, instilling a fear that discouraged any sudden movements.

Nate’s eyes bored into hers as he drew her hand to his chest. “Are you content with

this?”

“Yes.”

Corrine realized she was losing control of the situation.

She was desperate to steer the conversation to an end.