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The Jilted Heiress' Return To The High Life

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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 | had enough patience, but every tyou're near, it feels like I'm being tested," Nate continued, his

voice edged with vulnerability. "I'm not sure how much longer | can keep my promise."

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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 | let you pursuejust 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 isovercoming 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..."

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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.

Her eyelashes fluttered in panic as the medical kit slipped from her hands, crashing to the floor.

She struggled against him, her palms pushing against his chest, but it was like a breeze trying to move a

mountain.

Nate held her even tighter, stealing her breath with the intensity of the kiss, his lips demanding, leaving her no

room to think, only to feel.

Gradually, her resistance crumbled, her body surrendering to him as her arms wrapped around his neck, drawing

herself closer. Her cheeks flushed with the effort to breathe, her heart racing in her chest.

Just as her head spun from lack of air, Nate finally pulled away, his lips grazing hers one last tbefore he

stopped, though not without a trace of reluctance.

He gazed at her flushed face, his expression softening into a smile that spoke of warmth and longing. "Corrine,"

he said gently, his voice almost a whisper. "Why don't you just be my girlfriend?"