The Jilted Heiress' Return To The High Life novel Chapter 33

Chapter 33 Keep Her

Emotions Guarded

“How’s your hand feeling now?” Evelyn asked gently, pausing to sip her coffee delicately.

Corrine, a bit embarrassed, subtly hid her hand and offered a timid smile. “Oh, it’s really just a tiny scratch. Thank you for caring.”

“Nate had Matias rush to get some ointment last night. I hardly slept, worrying it was more severe,” Evelyn said, placing her cup down with a smile that hinted at more. “It’s the first time I’ve seen Nate so concerned about anyone in many years.”

Indeed, it had been ages since Nate had displayed such heartfelt concern.

Upon hearing Evelyn’s words, Corrine looked down, her fingers tightening slightly and her lashes fluttering. revealing a surge of emotions.

When Nate came back to the living room, Corrine said she was ready to go.

Aware that Corrine was due at the hospital for her discharge. Evelyn didn’t press her to stay longer but instead

urged Nate to ensure Corrine was well cared for.

While driving. Nate steered with one hand, casting glances at Corrine now and then

“Do I have something on my face?” Corrine couldn’t ignore Nate’s continuous looks.

With a soft smile, Nate responded, “You look really good in that outfit.”

Corrine arched an eyebrow, pausing briefly. “Was

it you who picked out this outfit?”

That morning, after freshening up, she had discovered new clothes on her bed and had dressed without giving it much thought.

She had assumed they were chosen by Evelyn, but it was Nate’s selection

The clothes fit her perfectly, suggesting that Nate either had a knack for this or he did it often.

Noticing the questioning look in Corrine’s eyes, Nate’s eyes twinkled with amusement. “The tags made it easy

to choose the right sizes.”

Corrine hesitantly accepted his explanation.

Still, the realization that Nate had even selected her undergarments caused a warm blush to spread across her

cheeks

“In case you run into any trouble with your resignation from Ashton Group, just let me know,” Nate said.

Corrine was surprised. She hadn’t thought he’d recall her discussion with Evelyn

With a quick smile, she assured, “I’ll manage on my own.”

As they arrived at the hospital, Corrine reached for the door handle, but Nate caught her hand.

Her initial reaction was to pull back, but finding his grip firm, she relented. “Was there anything else?”

“Don’t forget to apply the ointment regularly,” Nate reminded, his grasp gentle yet firm.

Corrine nodded, again trying to pull her hand away to exit the vehicle, yet Nate’s hold remained secure.