Corrine froze, her mind momentarily blank, the sweetness of his words disarming her.
Her heart felt as if it were floating, overwhelmed by the sincerity and warmth behind his simple statement.
So this was what it felt like to be showered with a man’s sweet nothings.
Though her mind screamed for her to keep her composure, her heart betrayed her, sinking deeper into the moment, pulled in by his unexpected tenderness. Her eyelashes fluttered, her gaze turning slowly to meet his, her heart hammering wildly in her chest.
It was almost impossible to believe that a man with such a captivating presence had been single all these years.
With his influence, his undeniable charm, he could easily have anyone he wanted.
Could it be that there was something about him, some secret, that kept him from fully opening up to others?
Nate, sensing the sympathy in her eyes, furrowed his brows slightly.
“What are you thinking?”
“Nothing.” Corrine lowered her gaze, hiding the swirl of emotions that threatened to spill over.
Nate watched her for a moment, his eyes softening before he turned on the hairdryer.
His fingers slid through her silky hair, his touch gentle as he massaged her scalp, noticing the slight tremor in her body as he held her close.
“Quite sensitive.”
The bright glass window in the room, bathed in soft light, resembled a transparent mirror.
Corrine watched as Nate held the hairdryer, his movements gentle and deliberate as he dried her hair. It was impossible not to notice that Nate possessed a face that could launch a thousand ships, making even the simplest tasks seem mesmerizing. Even holding a hairdryer, he exuded an effortless elegance, a natural nobility that seemed to shine through everything he did.
“If you keep looking at me like that, I won’t be able to resist,” Nate murmured, his hand holding a few strands of her wet hair. His voice, deep and smooth as velvet, stirred something within her, striking directly at her heart.
Corrine couldn’t help but turn around to glance at him, but before she could turn fully, his hand gently pressed her head back into place.
“Don’t move.” A comfortable silence settled between them, the hum of the hairdryer a soft backdrop to their stillness.
Corrine’s gaze wandered to the wardrobe, curiosity tugging at her.
“Did you prepare all the clothes in the wardrobe?”
“Yes,” Nate replied, his tone steady, almost as if the question had been expected.
“This place will be yours sooner or later.”
His words, simple yet certain, felt like a stone dropped into the still waters of her heart, sending ripples through her thoughts.
She turned her head, her mind racing as she stared at him, her lips parting slightly
“Are you so sure?”
In that moment, Nate turned off the hairdryer, the room growing quiet except for the steady beat of her heart. His fingers, long and strong, gently cupped her chin, tilting her face upward as his dark eyes locked onto hers with a searing intensity.
“Corrine, you’ve caught my attention, and there’s no turning back now.”
Corrine’s lips parted to speak, but before a word could escape, his fingers pressed softly against them, silencing her.
“You can continue to doubt me,” he murmured, his voice low and certain.
“But I have no problem cutting off all your escape routes to prove that in this lifetime-you can only be mine.”
Once a man with such deep-seated obsession set his sights on something, it became an unstoppable force.
The dim light accentuated his sharp features, and though a faint smile tugged at the corners of his lips, it didn’t reach his eyes. He exuded an air of danger, like something that had emerged from the shadows-relentless and untamed.
Yet Corrine found herself drawn to him, her body leaning in closer without conscious thought. Faced with such an irresistibly captivating face, it was impossible to stay composed. She thought she might as well follow her heart and see where it led.
“I’ll prove it to you,” she murmured, her voice steady but filled with quiet determination.
Nate’s eyebrows arched, a knowing smile dancing in his eyes.
“Prove what?”
Before he could finish speaking, Corrine unexpectedly wrapped her arms around his neck, tilting her head up to kiss him. Her lips, soft and warm, brushed against his in a delicate, sweet caress.
Nate’s eyes widened slightly, surprise flickering in his gaze as he looked at her. It was a fleeting kiss, but it was enough to leave a lingering warmth on his lips. As she pulled away, the sensation evaporated almost instantly, leaving him longing for more.
He instinctively pressed his lips together, savoring the faint taste, unwilling to let the moment slip away. His dark eyes locked with hers, revealing an intensity that spoke of a restless, unspoken need.
“You have to keep your word,” Corrine said, her smile radiant and teasing.
“For the rest of your life, no other woman but me.”
Nate’s eyes narrowed slightly, and the restlessness in his heart gradually faded.
“It’s late,” Corrine added, her tone hinting that he should leave.
“I should get some sleep.”
She stood up, making it clear she was ready to retreat to the safety of her bed. But before she could move, his hand shot out, grabbing her wrist with a force that pulled her back toward him.
Her expression shifted, surprise crossing her face as she stumbled into his embrace, unprepared for his sudden closeness.
With a swift motion, he pinned her wrists to the bed, his presence overwhelming, his breath cool against her skin.
His handsome face loomed closer, and before she could react, his lips crashed into hers in a passionate, commanding kiss.
Corrine’s eyes widened in shock as Nate’s firm, commanding embrace pulled her in, his overwhelming passion engulfing her. He kissed her deeply, his lips pressing against hers with an insistent hunger, exploring every inch of her with feverish desire
His kiss came like a sudden storm, unexpected and relentless, sweeping her into a daze, leaving her mind spinning in confusion.
Her eyelashes fluttered with panic, her hands struggling against the intensity of the moment, as if trying to regain some sense of control. It felt as though everything was spiraling beyond her reach.
She lost all sense of time until Nate’s deep, husky voice rumbled in her ear.
“Are you trying to drive me mad?”
His face remained buried in the curve of her neck, his warm breath fanning her skin, sending waves of shivers down her spine.
Corrine awkwardly pulled away, her chest rising and falling as she steadied her breath, asking with unexpected seriousness, “Don’t you still have work to finish?”
“So what?” Nate replied nonchalantly, rolling onto his back.
Corrine frowned, trying to sit up.
“Hurry up and get to work, so you can rest early tonight.”
“Let me stay with you a little longer,” Nate insisted, pulling her back into his arms with a slow, purposeful motion.
“It took a lot for me to be here with you.”
New Book: Back Home to Marry Off Myself
Loredana’s father left the family for his mistress, leaving them to fend for themselves abroad. When life was at its toughest, her father showed up with “good news” after 8 years of absence: To marry off Loredana to a paralyzed son of the wealthy Mendelsohn family.