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The Jilted Heiress' Return To The High Life

Chapter 1169
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Chapter 1169: It felt as though she had been cast into an endless tide, waves of sensation washing over her with unrelenting force. Her fingers curled against Nate's back, holding on as if she might be swept away.

The dim lighting bathed the room in a golden glow, the thick night air filled with breathless whispers. Above them, the moon peeked timidly from behind the clouds before slipping into the shadows, as though too shy to witness the intense scene.

It was early morning, and the world was enveloped in silence. The sky, just beginning to brighten, heralded the retreat of night as dawn gently awakened the slumbering creatures.

The Hopkins estate lay shrouded in profound peace and tranquility.

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A sliver of sunlight pierced through a narrow gap in the guest room curtains, casting a mosaic of light and shadow across the plush, expansive bed.

Corrine's hair fanned out across the pillow, the corners of her eyes faintly reddened, exuding an unintentional charm. Traces of the previous night's intimacy lingered on her skin.

She was initially concerned about Nate's injuries and hadn't anticipated his ability to fully exploit the situation. The night's excesses had left Corrine feeling utterly drained.

It wasn't until the piercing ring of her phone shattered the silence that she finally opened her eyes and reached for it.

Before her fingers could grasp the device, a hand encircled her waist and gently pulled her back.

"Sleep a little longer," Nate murmured.

Feeling no urgency to rise, Corrine closed her eyes and slipped effortlessly back into sleep. When she next opened her eyes, it was already nine o'clock in the morning.

Read more at gvlnovom Nate was gone.

She reached out to touch the spot beside her. It was cold. He must have left earlier.

Slowly sitting up, Corrine surveyed the chaotic state of the room and the lingering scent of intimacy. A faint blush crept up her cheeks.

She clutched the blanket, wrapping herself in its warmth, and prepared to head to the closet to change.

However, as she attempted to stand, she unexpectedly found herself collapsing back onto the bed. Her legs quivered uncontrollably, unable to support her weight.

As she lay there staring at the ceiling, she felt overwhelmed by a prófdund sense of defeat.

After a moment of silent contemplation, she gathered her strength and tried to stand again, though soreness in her waist slowed her movements and left her unsteady.

Leaning against the wall, Corrine moved clumsily, occasionally his gasping in pain. The first tof intimac was s always the most painful. But why couldn't she handle it now after being intimate with Nate several times?