The Jilted Heiress' Return To The High Life

Chapter 258 You Will Be My Wife Soon

After a long silence, Corrine finally spoke. "Before we met, I thought I was the unluckiest person alive. But now, it feels like every hardship I faced was just leading me to you."noveldrama

Her words sent a chill down Nate's spine, as if ice had replaced the blood in his veins. Then, warmth slowly spread from his heart, reaching every corner of his body, awakening his senses.

His heart pounded.

"Say that again," Nate demanded, his gaze locked onto hers.

But Corrine remained silent. Some feelings were too precious to be spoken twice.

To her, the love she carried in silence meant more than any words ever could.

Undeterred, Nate pulled her into his arms and kissed her deeply. "Please, Corrine, say it

again."

He playfully nuzzled her neck, his breath hot against her skin, sending a shiver through

her.

From the front seat, Matias muttered under his breath, "This is unbearable." After years at Nate's side, he had never seen him lose his composure like this.

If word got out, Nate's dignified image would be ruined beyond repair.

"Sit up straight, Nate," Corrine scolded, trying to rein in his excitement.

But Nate only tightened his hold around her waist. "Not until you say it again." Corrine let out a long sigh.

The standoff continued, neither one backing down.

Nate buried his face in the crook of her neck, his breath warm against her skin, sending

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Chapter 258 You Will Be My Wife Soon

ripples of comfort through her,

"Enough, get up," Corrine said, a hint of irritation in her voice as she tried to push him

away.

But Nate held firm, refusing to budge. "Not until you say it again."

"Are you seriously skipping work this afternoon?"

"Being with my wife is far more important, love."

A faint blush crept onto Corrine's cheeks. "I'm not your wife!"

"You will be soon," Nate teased, his voice light but filled with certainty.

Once Corrine was safely inside her apartment, Nate tenderly caressed her cheek.

"I'll be here to pick you up tomorrow evening."

"Okay. Take care driving," Corrine said.

"I will."

Corrine watched him walk toward the elevator before she shut the door.

She slipped into something more comfortable and walked toward the bathroom. The warm water in the tub caressed her skin, melting away the stress of her day. At that moment, her phone interrupted the peacefulness with a call from Jacob. "Miss Holland, your invitation is waiting in your private mailbox downstairs." "Thank you, I'll get it soon,"

soon," Corrine responded, and then ended the call.

Leaning against the tub, Corrine let her thoughts drift as the heat from the water

relaxed her.

Later, dressed again, Corrine descended to the mailbox and fetched a thick, black envelope. Its classical design and red wax seal bearing the auction house's symbol signaled its importance.

The famous auction house, Forreal, differentiated its invitations by black, gold, and silver-each color indicating a level of exclusivity, with black being the highest.

Corrine held a black invitation in her hand, a sign of top-tier status.

She opened it, checked the time, and then headed back to her apartment.

In a different part of the city, Leah finally secured her own invitation and made her way to the Ashton residence.

Upon entering, she immediately felt the subdued, almost melancholic mood of the place.

Tracy, coming down the stairs, met Leah with a reserved smile. "Hello, Leah."

"Mrs. Ashton," Leah replied cheerfully, presenting a package. "I brought this delicacy. I hope it pleases you."