The Jilted Heiress' Return To The High Life novel Chapter 87

Chapter 87 Take A Leap Of

Faith

There were no grand declarations, no flowery words—just one simple, honest question. “Why don’t you just be my girlfriend?”

In that moment, Corrine felt an unexpected rush of warmth and sincerity, like the sun breaking through a stormy sky.

She wondered if there was anyone else in the world, besides Nate, who would truly accept her, who would cherish her for who she was.

Would anyone else say, “Do it your way. No matter what happens, I’ll always have your back“?

Would there be anyone else who would say, “It’s my unwavering dedication to being your beacon in the dark, your constant, your most devoted companion“?

He never flinched at her aloofness, her guarded heart.

Even when she was armed with defenses, brimming with hostility, he always held his arms open, waiting for her.

“I’m struggling to keep up with your pace,” Corrine confessed, her voice tinged with uncertainty.

Nate’s gaze softened, his tone gentle but insistent. “Then tell me, what pace should it be?”

Corrine found herself momentarily speechless, caught off guard by the simplicity of his question.

Before she could respond, a soft knock came from the door. “Miss Holland, the meal is ready.”

Corrine shifted her gaze to Nate, her voice light but filled with unspoken depth. “I’m hungry.”

Her eyes shimmered, leaving him momentarily breathless, stirring something deep

within him.

A slow smile spread across Nate’s lips, his voice low and teasing. “If you don’t want to leave this room, just keep looking at me like that.”

Corrine blinked, confused. “So, what do you want?”

“Playing coy?” Nate’s voice darkened as he leaned closer, his fingers gently brushing the sensitive skin behind her ear. “Be my girlfriend, okay?”

His breath traced the curve of her neck, sending a shiver down her spine, a delicate blush blooming across her cheeks. “I just feel like things are moving too fast between us,” she murmured, her voice barely a whisper.

“You do?” Nate raised an eyebrow, a playful glint in his eyes, his smile hinting at something deeper. “Can I take that as a yes?”

Corrine met his gaze, her eyes dancing with mischief as she mirrored his teasing tone. “Yes and no. After all, I still haven’t seen the full depth of your sincerity.”

“There will be plenty of chances for you to feel it in the future,” Nate promised, his voice smooth and confident.

“Alright then,” Corrine replied, her voice light but with a hidden weight. “But we need to establish some boundaries. No kissing me out of nowhere, and keep a proper distance…”

At her words, the smile on Nate’s face faltered, his gaze sharpening slightly. “You can keep testing me, but I won’t accept those so–called boundaries.”

She’d agreed to be with him, yet still insisted on keeping him at arm’s length, refusing affection–how could she expect him to stand for that?

Corrine opened her mouth to respond, but the words escaped her.

“Didn’t you say you were hungry?” Nate asked, his voice softening. “Come on, let’s go downstairs and eat.”

Without another word, he took her hand, gently guiding her toward the door.