The Jilted Heiress' Return To The High Life novel Chapter 30

Chapter 30 My Love Doesn’t Need A Reason

The warmth of Nate’s palm seemed to brand Corrine’s skin. She instinctively tried to pull away, but Nate only tightened his grip, anchoring her in place.

“Once bitten, twice shy,” he murmured, sensing her tension gradually dissolving. His fingers tentatively lifted her chin, forcing her to meet his gaze. “It’s a lesson learned, not a reason to become timid. You can reject me

with all your defenses, but I won’t give up on embracing you.”

Silence filled the room, punctuated by the urgent rhythm of rain pattering against the tiles.

Each droplet seemed to mirror the chaotic beating of Corrine’s heart.

Her eyelashes fluttered before she closed her eyes, a whispered confession escaping her lips. “I… I can’t risk

losing myself to love without limits again.

The tremor in her voice betrayed the deep wounds of her past.

During those three years with Bruce, she had defied her family, believing he was her entire future.

She had molded herself to his dreams, her love absolute and unconditional.

But his betrayal had been merciless-a sudden, sharp blade piercing her heart.

She could endure the pain silently, maintaining a facade of strength. Yet beneath her composed exterior, a raw,

terrifying wound continued to bleed.

And Nate? She had barely known him. How could she possibly surrender her heart so easily?

She couldn’t do it.

“You don’t need to give love,” Nate said, his voice softening, “only to receive it. My love doesn’t need a reason.”

Reaching out, his cool fingertips brushed away the tears gathering at the corners of her eyes. The touch was electric, a jolt that rippled through her body, leaving her breathless..

Her eyes snapped open, locking onto his. Her heart pounded in her chest, so loud she wondered if he could

hear it.

The faintest of smiles played on his lips, and his deep, piercing gaze held a tenderness so profound it nearly unraveled her. With just a glance, he seemed to read her every thought, every hesitation, every fear.

Corrine stood frozen, her throat dry, her composure slipping away.

She had prepared herself for his anger after her rejection.

But instead, he remained steadfast, patient, and persistent-a hunter who had set his sights on his prey and

Corrine felt utterly unable to resist the allure of such a man.

Her voice, unsteady but defiant, broke the silence. “Mr. Hopkins, do you make a habit of being this… direct with

women?”

His fingers trailed from her chin to her temple, his touch featherlight as he tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear. His voice dropped to a whisper, warm and unhurried, grazing her senses like silk. “You’re the first woman I’ve pursued,” he admitted. “The only one. And, incidentally, the first to turn me down.”

The honesty in his words sent heat rushing to her cheeks. She cleared her throat, trying to regain some semblance of control. “Then I suppose that makes me… ungrateful.’

A flicker of amusement lit his eyes, but it was quickly overshadowed by something deeper, more resolute. “Ungrateful, yes,” he murmured, his voice low and laced with irony. “But still, the only one who’s ever mattered.”

Her chest tightened, mixed feelings blooming beneath her ribs.

After a long silence, she forced herself to take a deep breath, steadying her voice. “Thank you for the coffee,