The Jilted Heiress' Return To The High Life novel Chapter 89

Chapter 89 Sudden Fever

After hanging up the phone, Corrine’s heart was racing as if she had been caught red- handed sneaking a forbidden treat.

She exhaled slowly, trying to steady herself, and turned her gaze toward Nate, who was sitting in the wicker chair with his usual unruffled composure.

Nate’s left hand rested casually on his knee while his right held a cup of coffee. The sharp angle of his jawline gave him an air of effortless cool, as though he were impervious to the chaos of the world around him.

But what truly caught Corrine’s eye was the faint lipstick mark clinging to the corner of his mouth, a telltale sign of their earlier kiss.

Her cheeks turned a rosy hue as the memory replayed vividly in her mind. The kiss, still fresh in her thoughts, sent a wave of warmth rushing to her face. She stammered, “I–I’ll head back to my room now.”

Before Nate could even respond, she turned on her heel and fled like a startled deer.

Once safely inside her room, she leaned heavily against the door, her palms pressed to her heated cheeks in a vain attempt to cool them.

Today had been nothing short of madness.

Not only had she let him into her life, but she had also surrendered to his kiss–a kiss that left her wanting more.

Her hand drifted from her flushed face to her lips, tracing their outline as if to relive the moment. A shy smile crept across her face, unbidden and irrepressible.

Shaking her head as if to dispel her wandering thoughts, she tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear and made her way to the bathroom.

The warm water cascading over her was like a soothing balm, washing away the fatigue of the day and the turmoil in her heart.

After drying her hair, she stretched out lazily on the bed, her thoughts drifting as sleep

overtook her.

Meanwhile, the gates of the estate creaked open, and a sleek dark purple Bugatti purred into the driveway.

Moses strode into Nate’s study, his eyes casually scanning the rows of books that lined the shelves. “Nate, you’ve finally resurfaced. Don’t tell me you’re still burying yourself in work? Let’s do something fun tonight,” he drawled, leaning casually against the desk.

“Not interested,” Nate replied without looking up, his focus firmly on the documents in front of him.

Moses flopped into an armchair, his legs crossed as he lounged like a cat surveying its territory. His eyes, with their mischievous glint and upward tilt, exuded a charm that had always served him well in his romantic escapades.

“Come on, Nate,” Moses pressed, his tone playful. “Life isn’t all about meetings and paperwork. You’ve been back for days, and all you’ve done is lock yourself away. Where’s the fun in that? I’m here to give you a proper welcome back–you can’t say no this time.”

Nate’s response was immediate and curt. “I can.”

His thoughts were elsewhere, preoccupied with Corrine’s impending departure.

How could he squander their night under the same roof?

Moses straightened in his seat, his expression shifting to one of curiosity. He discreetly studied Nate, his sharp eyes taking in every detail.

Compared to his own playful nature, Moses knew Nate was always aloof and unapproachable.

He’d long believed that Nate was simply indifferent to ordinary women. But now, as he observed his friend’s aloof demeanor, a small voice whispered that perhaps the rumors about Nate’s hidden feelings weren’t unfounded.

Before he could probe further, his phone buzzed. With a slight frown, he answered, saying, “What is it?”

The butler’s voice came through on the other end, respectful but urgent. “Miss Hughes has suddenly developed a fever and wishes to see you.”

Moses rolled his eyes, irritation seeping into his tone. “If she’s sick, she should go to the hospital.”

Without waiting for a response, he ended the call.