The Jilted Heiress' Return To The High Life novel Chapter 86

Chapter 86 Your Most Devoted Companion

Corrine faltered in her movements. Her fingers hovered over the bottle of antiseptics as her gaze dropped, hiding the storm of emotions swirling beneath the surface.

She took a steadying breath before hastily tidying up the items in front of her, her hands moving faster than usual.

Just as she was about to leave, Nate’s arms encircled her waist from behind, pulling her close. He rested his chin lightly on her shoulder, his voice a soft, yet intoxicating whisper. “Corrine, what are you truly afraid of?”

He could feel her hesitation, the uncertainty emanating from her, and it tugged at him.

“I thought I had enough patience, but every time you’re near, it feels like I’m being tested,” Nate continued, his voice edged with vulnerability. “I’m not sure how much longer I can keep my promise.”

He wasn’t one to hold back. When he wanted something, he would surely get it.

“Don’t you think we’re moving too fast?” Corrine sighed, her words laced with a hint of resignation.

Nate’s presence was calm, but his touch was anything but. It was firm, possessive.

“I just ended a three–year relationship,” she said, her voice shaky. “And now I’m supposed to jump into another? That’s too quick. It’s unfair to you.”

People said that falling off the horse meant getting back on it right away, but not everyone had the courage to try again.

The sting of heartbreak made anyone wary of putting themselves back in its path.

With time, avoidance became second nature.

“But people often say the best way to move on is to jump into a new relationship quickly,” Nate countered, his words filled with a quiet challenge.

“That’s not fair to you,” she whispered, resigned. She knew she couldn’t pull away from him, so she let him hold her, her shoulders slumping slightly as she exhaled. “If I let you pursue me just to forget my last relationship, I’d be using you, Nate. It would cheapen love and dishonor what you feel for me.”

Nate didn’t rush to speak; he simply waited, letting her words settle between them. After a beat, he asked, his voice casual but intense, “Then tell me, what is love to you?”

“I believe it’s a choice made without counting the cost,” she replied, her voice steady, though the truth in her words wavered like a delicate thread.

“Yes… and no,” Nate murmured, his tone low and thoughtful. He gently lifted her chin with his finger, compelling her to meet his gaze. “Love is me overcoming every obstacle to make you happy,” he murmured, his voice a velvet promise. “It’s my unwavering dedication to being your beacon in the dark, your constant, your most devoted companion.”

Corrine found herself drawn into the depths of his eyes, a warmth radiating from them that squeezed her heart, making it pound wildly in her chest.

Her fingers twitched, her breath hitching as she whispered, “Nate…”

Before she could continue, he leaned in, capturing her lips in a kiss that was worlds apart from their previous ones–fierce, all–consuming, leaving her no space to breathe.