The Jilted Heiress' Return To The High Life

Chapter 94 Anytime, Anywhere

Since Corrine's departure from Ashton Group, she had become a complete mystery.

Even the surveillance footage documenting her movements had been meticulously erased, leaving no trace behind.

Bruce's brow furrowed deeply, a nagging suspicion brewing in his mind. Could Corrine be harboring a secret that had managed to slip past his keen perception?

He turned his attention to his assistant, his voice cutting through the tension. "What did Kaiden Hudson from Ford Group report?" The words hung in the air, heavy with unspoken implications.

The assistant, sensing the weight of the moment, responded carefully, "Kaiden mentioned a reassignment to another branch, with no immediate plans to return..."

With each word, an invisible chill seemed to permeate the office, transforming the room into an arctic landscape of unspoken tensions.

After a momentary hesitation-carefully measuring the intimidating atmosphere Bruce radiated-the assistant added softly, "Mr. Ashton, it's time for the meeting."

Bruce's response was immediate. He gripped his phone tightly, his movements precise and determined as he strode toward the meeting room.

In stark contrast to Bruce's intense demeanor, Corrine felt remarkably serene.

Her eyes opened, scanning the room before settling on Nate's recumbent form on the

sofa.

A fleeting moment of surprise crossed her features; she had half-expected him to take advantage of their situation.

A chuckle escaped her lips.

Nate remained an enigma to her.

He could be domineering and forceful, leaving her seemingly without escape. Yet, at critical moments, he would maintain a careful, almost gentlemanly distance.

His complexity was magnetic, effortlessly capturing the most vulnerable part of her heart, rendering her resistance futile.

Composing herself, Corrine rose from the bed and retrieved the thermometer. She approached Nate quietly, crouching down to check his temperature. Relief washed over her as she noted the reading: 97.7 degrees Fahrenheit.noveldrama

"Finally, the fever's gone," she whispered, more to herself than anyone else. "Feeling reassured now?" Nate's voice, soft and velvety, broke the silence. His eyes opened slowly, revealing a gaze both deep and captivating.

Corrine's eyelashes fluttered as she stood. "Sometimes the best medicine is the most difficult to swallow," she replied pragmatically. "Regardless of how much you might dislike it, taking medication on time is crucial for your health."

"Did Tanya tell you that?" Nate asked, raising an eyebrow as he sat up.

She nodded. "Tanya is genuinely concerned about

you."

His gaze intensified, a subtle smile playing at the corners of his mouth. “What others tell you is rarely the complete story. If you want to truly understand me, why not ask directly?"

His just-awakened voice was mesmerizing-smooth as velvet, rich with unspoken promise.

Corrine studied him carefully.

His pristine pajamas now bore slight wrinkles, and tousled hair fell across his forehead, lending him a rugged, untamed appeal.

"In that case," she responded playfully, "should I spend several nights compiling an exhaustive list of questions to interrogate you?"

Her curiosity about Nate ran deep.

Her intuition whispered that his identity-CEO of Brighton Group, owner of Celtis Estate

was merely the visible tip of a far more complex iceberg.

Nate's response was a low, melodious chuckle. He reached out, tenderly tucking a stray

lock of her hair behind her ear, his eyes radiating pure indulgence. "I'll share everything

you wish to know," he promised, "without reservation, anytime, anywhere."