LittleNovelChapter 583: It was a simple question, yet it left Corrine feeling an acute sense of embarrassment.
"I'm giving you a way out." Nate's voice was cold, steady—each word landing like a quiet echo in the room.
Nate was not the tender, gentlemanly man she had imagined him to be. Once, he had entertained the dangerous notion of forcing her, keeping her bound to him, and ensuring she could never leave, no matter the cost.
But that dark thought had begun to wane, replaced by restraint. Because, despite everything, he could not bear to hurt her.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtNate had never been the kind of man who cared for women, nor did he understand the language of tenderness. It had never been in his nature. Yet for Corrine, he was willing to learn. He wanted to give her all the softness he could muster.
Corrine felt the weight of his words settle in her chest, cold and heavy. Her eyes shimmered with unspoken emotion as she stared at him, searching his face.
"So... you're saying you're givinga chance to leave you?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
Nate reached out, brushing a stray lock of hair from her face. His fingers lingered at the corner of her lips, his touch light but deliberate. A flicker of possessiveness gleamed in his eyes.
"You should forget that idea," he murmured.
"Then why are you-" "I'm waiting for you," he cut her off, his lips barely grazing her temple. His warm breath stirred her hair, sending an involuntary shiver down her spine. His voice was quiet, yet there was an unshakable certainty in it.
"I am waiting for you to see the side ofI have never shown anyone... and then decide if you still want to stay." For him, this was a risk.
His tone remained composed, yet every syllable carried weight. Corrine's brows drew together, her mind racing as she tried to process his words.
"Go to sleep," Nate murmured, pulling her against him.
But even as he held her close, Corrine found sleep impossible. What part of himself had he kept hidden? What kind of man would she discover if she stayed? The questions lingered, circling her thoughts for a long tbefore her body finally gave in to exhaustion.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmMorning arrived quietly, sunlight filtering through the curtains in soft golden streaks. It stretched across the floor, warm and unhurried, finally brushing against the edge of the bed.
Corrine stirred, her lashes fluttering open as she stared up at the ceiling, her mind still caught between sleep and wakefulness.
The sharp ring of her phone shattered the silence.
She reached for it blindly, pressing it to her ear. Her voice was husky with sleep.
"Hello?" "It's me." Bruce's voice cthrough the line.
At the sound of his voice, the remnants of drowsiness vanished! A slow, sardonic smile curled at the corner of her lips.
"Ah, Mr. Ashton," she drawled, her o.m tone laced with dry amusement.
"What a surprise..." She deliberately stretched out his name, letting the sarcasm seep through.
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