The Jilted Heiress' Return To The High Life novel Chapter 50

Chapter 50 Eyes Full Of

Affection

The familiar voice stirred a flicker of surprise in Corrine’s eyes, followed by a subtle smile. “I thought…”

“You thought I wouldn’t show up?” As the massive bouquet of roses lowered, Nate’s handsome face came into

view.

The soft corridor lighting cast delicate shadows across his chiseled features, highlighting the intensity of his expression. His dark eyes gleamed like distant stars, stirring a deep sense of longing in her chest.

He gazed at her with a quiet smile tugging at the corners of his lips. “I was worried these flowers would wilt

before you got here.”

“Are you complaining that I’m late?” Corrine swept a strand of hair behind her ear, her brows lifting with a

playful glint.

Nate pressed his lips together, his eyes shimmering with warmth. “The timing’s perfect, the moonlight is just

right, and you walked in at the exact moment you were supposed to. Everything is how it should be.”

His gaze was so full of affection that it seemed as though he might lean in for a kiss at any moment, making

Corrine’s heart race.

She lowered her gaze to hide her flustered emotions. “Did you wait long?”

“One hour and fifty-four minutes,” he replied.

Nate’s candidness left Corrine momentarily speechless.

She studied his striking features, a spark of amusement dancing in her eyes. “So, what exactly are you trying to

say?”

Nate’s gaze never left her face, his dark pupils glimmering with something almost magnetic.

He took a step closer, holding the bouquet and gently tucking a stray lock of hair behind her ear. His Adam’s apple bobbed slightly. “Just using your question to show how sincere I am.”

His voice was smooth and rich, like a melody that wrapped around her heart, making it flutter uncontrollably.

The distance between them disappeared, and her senses were filled with the subtle scent of his cologne.

Corrine’s long, thick lashes fluttered nervously, her heart racing in her chest. She cleared her throat and, with a soft voice, asked, “Weren’t you going to invite me to dinner?”

“Follow me,” Nate said, his voice calm and steady, as he naturally reached for her hand.

As their hands connected, Corrine felt a rush of warmth spread from his palm, seeping into her skin, sending an unexpected shiver through her.

Reluctantly, she allowed him to lead her, her eyes darting around the restaurant with a hint of unease.

Once inside the intimate dining suite, Nate casually set the bouquet down and pulled out a chair for her, the

gesture smooth and practiced.

Just as she settled, a waiter entered, carrying a bottle of wine. He poured drinks for both of them before turning to Nate with quiet respect. “Sir, shall we begin serving the dishes now?”