The Jilted Heiress' Return To The High Life

Chapter 118 Looking For

Solace

Corrine's eyes widened in shock as she instinctively struggled, her voice trembling. “What are you doing?"

Nate's intense gaze locked onto hers before drifting downward, settling on her lips with unspoken intent.

"Seeking solace," he murmured, his voice low and unyielding. Without hesitation, he captured her lips in a fierce kiss.noveldrama

The kiss was nothing like his usual composed demeanor; it was fervent and demanding, a relentless tide that left her breathless. Beneath the intensity, there was a palpable frustration, raw and unrestrained.

Corrine fought to steady her breath, her chest heaving as the oxygen drained from her lungs. Only when she was on the verge of collapse did he finally release her, though his presence still overwhelmed her.

Her trembling fingers gripped the front of his shirt, her lips parted as she drew in ragged breaths. Her cheeks glowed a deep crimson, the flush accentuating her beauty. Her tear-filled eyes shimmered, her vulnerability tinged with an undeniable allure.

Nate's dark eyes burned with an even greater intensity as he stared at her. "Looks like that meeting will have to wait."

Before she could muster a response, he leaned in once more, his lips crashing against hers with renewed hunger.

This kiss was bolder, more relentless, as though he intended to claim every inch of her being

His arms encircled her waist tightly, pulling her closer as if he wanted to fuse their

bodies into one.

In the confined space of the car, the air grew heavy with the electrifying tension, each moment thickening the intimacy between them.

Suddenly, the shrill ring of a phone shattered the charged silence, yanking them back to reality. The haze in Corrine's eyes quickly cleared, her usual composure returning.

She pressed her hands against his chest, her voice firm yet unsteady. "I really have to go."

Nate rested his forehead against hers, his fingers brushing her flushed earlobe with a tenderness that sent a shiver down her spine. "See you tonight," he murmured.

The simple gesture unraveled her composure further, and she scrambled to open the car door, slipping out with hurried movements.

He watched her retreat, his eyes lingering on her figure as a faint smile tugged at his lips. His fingertips traced over his mouth, savoring the remnants of her warmth.

Suddenly, an idea sparked in his mind. He reached for his phone and dialed a number, his tone decisive. "Add one more person to the negotiations with Ford Group."

When Corrine returned to the office, Natasha's sharp eyes immediately noticed her swollen lips.

Her suspicion was instantaneous-this could only be the work of the man who had stormed into the office last time.

After a brief hesitation, Natasha approached and handed Corrine a stack of neatly prepared documents. "These are the materials on Brighton Group and the draft contract."

Corrine gave a slight nod of acknowledgment but noticed Natasha hovering, clearly reluctant to leave. She glanced up, her tone neutral. "Is there anything else?"

Natasha pressed her lips together, an unspoken conflict flickering in her expression. "I'd

like to take a day off tomorrow."

"Is there a problem?" Corrine asked, her fingers lightly brushing over the edge of the file as she slowly closed it.

Natasha shook her head, her smile faint and tinged with melancholy. "Tomorrow's my mother's birthday. I'd like to spend the day with her.

At that, a look of understanding softened Corrine's features. "I'll have someone take you

there tomorrow."

"There's no need," Natasha replied with a quick shake of her head, an apologetic smile appearing. "Jolene already said she'd be there with me. I don't want to trouble you any more than I already have."

Corrine blinked, her expression momentarily startled before her voice softened. "Be careful on your way. Let me know if you need anything."

"Alright," Natasha responded quietly.

Once outside the office, Natasha pulled out her phone and dialed quickly. "Jolene, Corrine approved the day off. How about we leave tonight?"

On the other end, Jolene's voice was a lazy drawl. "Whatever you say."

That single, nonchalant sentence sent Natasha's heart into an unsteady rhythm she couldn't quite control.

Half an hour later, the representatives from Brighton Group arrived at the conference

room.

Hearing the sound of footsteps approaching, Corrine's gaze lifted, casually sweeping over the entering figures-until it settled on the last man to step inside. Her composed smile faltered slightly.

Wasn't it mentioned that Nate wouldn't be attending this negotiation on behalf of Brighton Group?

Nate caught her look immediately, his brows lifting in subtle amusement. A faint, knowing smile tugged at the corners of his lips.