Chapter 92:
“You were the last person I expected to meet, yet here you are. Falling for you was never in my plans, yet here I am, hopelessly drawn to you. To me, that’s what makes it an unexpected twist,” Nate explained, his tone soft.
“Your worries are clear to me, and I can feel the tenderness of your soul. Don’t feel pressured to reciprocate my feelings. I’m here, ready to wait as long as it takes for you to let me in. I know you’re the one I want by my side forever.” His voice grew softer, as calming as a gentle spring breeze and as soothing as flowing water, sending Corrine’s heart into a flutter once again.
Looking up, she saw Nate’s confident smile.
She hesitated, then murmured with a soft tug, “It’s late. I should go home.”
“Come on, I’ll drive you home.”
As they made their way across the street, Nate subtly pulled her closer by the waist. Corrine glanced at him with raised eyebrows.
She couldn’t deny it—Nate had a knack for testing boundaries. How much longer could her heart resist?
In the car, Nate’s gaze rested steadily on Corrine. However, Corrine seemed oblivious. Her head was bent as she scrolled through her phone, occasionally tucking a stray strand of hair behind her ear.
“Shall we have lunch together tomorrow?” Nate asked, his voice breaking the quiet.
Corrine paused, considering, before offering an apologetic reply.
“I have something very important to take care of tomorrow.”
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Nate’s expression shifted subtly, the realization dawning—she intended to attend the bidding event in the southern district of the city herself.
“Then… another day?” he asked, his brows knitting slightly as he studied her. Corrine gave a small nod.
“Sure.”
Before she could complete her sentence, the car jolted to a sudden, violent stop. The abrupt motion sent Corrine forward, but Nate’s arm shot out, wrapping securely around her waist and pulling her firmly into his embrace. His arm stayed around her waist, enveloping her in the earthy warmth of his cologne.
Her head pressed against Nate’s chest, where she could hear the steady, reassuring rhythm of his heartbeat.
“Are you okay?” Nate’s deep, smooth voice resonated above her, filled with concern.
Corrine nodded lightly.
“I’m okay.”
As she shifted to pull away, a sharp tug on her scalp made her pause.
“Don’t move,” Nate murmured, his gaze softening as he glanced down at her nestled in his arms.
Her fluffy hair spilled over his arm, framing her delicate features and revealing the elegant curve of her neck. Her smooth, porcelain-like skin seemed to glow, its delicate appearance tempting his touch. His dark eyes deepened, and his throat tightened with unspoken emotion.
“Your hair got caught on my button,” he explained, his long fingers working carefully to free the tangled strands.
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