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The Jilted Heiress' Return To The High Life

Chapter 1163
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Chapter 1163: She swallowed hard, her voice cool but strained. "How did you find me?" "Positioning system,” Nate replied, studying her pale face. His brow furrowed with suppressed anger as he asked, "Are you hurt?" As he spoke, he gently pushed a lock of hair from her face.

Earlier, she hadn't felt any pain-her body was too tense to notice. But now, even his light touch made the pain unbearable.

She nodded, looking at him with sad eyes. "It really hurts," she whispered.

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Seeing her expression, Nate's heart tightened, but his anger faded into a resigned sigh. “When will you learn to take care of yourself? Did you think you were immortal, always getting hurt?" "I'm sorry." Corrine's voice was soft and full of regret, making it hard for him to stay mad. "I won't do it again." "You should apologize to yourself," Nate said, holding her gently as if she were fragile. "Getting hurt over and over shows you don't care about your own life.” "I promise I won't put my life in danger again," Corrine answered.

In the end, Nate's heart softened.

Maybe from the start, he could never leave her alone. Why else would he watch her so closely after she left the Hopkins family estate? Nate sighed and kissed her forehead gently. "Corrine, do you know how much it hurts me?" No matter how small her injuries were, he couldn't stand seeing her in pain. To Nate, Corrine was meant to live a life of luxury, shining like a star, as elegant as a rose, untouched and flawless.

Corrine's eyes filled with tears as she rested her head against Nate's chest.

But Nate subtly shifted away from her touch.

Read more at gvlnovom It was a small movement, yet it raised questions in Corrine's mind. "What's wrong?" she asked, a slight frown on her face, reaching for his wrist.

Nate avoided her gaze. "Nothing." Corrine's expression grew colder. She had clearly smelled blood on him earlier. To be sure, she moved closer, inhaling deeply, and then stated firmly, "You're hurt." "It's just a small injury," Nate replied, brushing it off.

"You're lying!" Corrine glared at him. "If it's just a small injury, why hide it?" When Nate reached out to pull her into his arms, trying to brush it off, she pushed his hand away. "Saul, hurry up; take us back to the Hopkins estate!” They weren't going to the hospital because Corrine didn't want attention on Nate's injury, especially if it leaked to the public.

And with people after Nate, she didn't trust the hospital staff The car raced toward the estate and quickly arrived.

A private doctor was already waiting in the courtyard of Nate's quarters. courtyard of Once inside, the doctor examined Nate carefully.

The wound on his right chest was about twenty inches long, deep on one side and shallow on the other, most likely from broken glass.