NovelEnglishThe Betrayed Heiress' Return to Elegance 137
Chapter 137 Out Of Control
Corrine's eyes widened in shock as Nate's firm, commanding embrace pulled her in, his overwhelming passion
engulfing her.
He kissed her deeply, his lips pressing against hers with an insistent hunger, exploring every inch of her with
feverish desire.
His kiss clike a sudden storm, unexpected and relentless, sweeping her into a daze, leaving her mind
spinning in confusion.
Her eyelashes fluttered with panic, her hands struggling against the intensity of the moment, as if trying to
regain ssense of control.
It felt as though everything was spiraling beyond her reach.
She lost all sense of tuntil Nate's deep, husky voice rumbled in her ear. "Are you trying to drivemad?"
His face remained buried in the curve of her neck, his warm breath fanning her skin, sending waves of shivers
down her spine.
Corrine awkwardly pulled away, her chest rising and falling as she steadied her breath, asking with unexpected
seriousness, "Don't you still have work to finish?"
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"So what?" Nate replied nonchalantly, rolling onto his back.
Corrine frowned, trying to sit up. "Hurry up and get to work, so you can rest early tonight."
"Letstay with you a little longer," Nate insisted, pulling her back into his arms with a slow, purposeful
motion. "It took a lot forto be here with you."
Corrine chuckled softly, her lips curving with a teasing glint in her eye. "This is your place. Who would stop you
from coming in?"
"If you're not here, what's the point ofstaying?" Nate countered, his tone soft yet filled with unspoken
meaning. He kissed the top of her head, his voice low and rich with emotion. "Before you, | didn't know what love
was. Now, without you, nothing else in this world means anything to me."
Corrine always steeled herself for Nate's occasional sweet words, but each tthey fell from his lips, they cut
through her like an arrow, leaving her vulnerable.
It was as if she wore a shield, yet it couldn't protect her from his forceful tenderness.
But in this moment, the sting wasn't from a cold, unfeeling wound-it was from Nate, a man who appeared
detached and indifferent on the surface, yet beneath, his heart burned with passion, determination, and a trace
of obsession.
Corrine wasn't a saint, and she wasn't immune to beauty or sweet words. Everything she adored seemed to
converge in the man before her-Nate.
How could she resist him, with all his warmth and intensity surrounding her?
How could she maintain any semblance of clarity in the face of this overwhelming pull?
She gazed at Nate, her eyes softening with a hint of affection, her lips curving into
a playful smile. "Nate, you're beyond saving."
"I'm saved," Nate murmured, tightening his embrace just enough to draw her closer. Leaning down, his voice low
and intimate, he whispered in her ear, "You're the one who keepsgrounded."
Corrine paused for a moment, her breath hitching as she gave him a light poke in the chest. “I have an early
meeting tomorrow. | really should get srest."
"Then go to sleep."
What had started as a teasing comment ended with Corrine softly whispering, "Goodnight". She then settled her
head on his arm, drifting peacefully into slumber.
The room was filled with the delicate scent of her fragrance-subtle, not overpowering -but it lingered, teasing
Nate's senses, pulling at him in ways he couldn't ignore.
In the quiet darkness, Nate shook his head in frustration.
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He never anticipated losing control like this tonight.
His
gaze flickered to the peaceful form of Corrine, asleep beside him, her breathing even and serene. With a barely
audible sigh, he admired how effortlessly this carefree
woman fell into slumber.
Gently, he lifted the blanket and stepped away, leaving the room as quietly as he could.
If he didn't leave now, he wasn't sure how much longer he could control himself.
Corrine heard the soft shuffle of his footsteps, deliberately muted, and a smile tugged
at her lips.
She couldn't quite make sense of this man-sometimes he was assertive and commanding, but at the most
critical moments, he seemed to hold himself back, maintaining that gentlemanly composure.
Just like tonight. If he had truly wanted her, there would have been no way for her to resist. This was his home,
after all, and she hadn't exactly been opposed to the idea.
But he hadn't pushed further, choosing instead to honor her wishes when it mattered.
most.
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