Chapter 124 Wait For Me To Make You My Wife
Nate’s eyes held such intensity that Corrine felt herself drowning in their depths.
Though she had never considered herself susceptible to physical attraction, Nate’s presence demanded a profound reassessment of her principles.
She found herself questioning why his allure proved so irresistible, time and time again.
Drawing in a steadying breath, she withdrew her hand and declared with unwavering
conviction, “No!”
The determination resonating in her voice cast a shadow of disappointment across Nate’s dark eyes. He reached out, pinching her cheek with gentle reproach before rising
to depart.
Though his expression remained subtle–just a slight furrow of his brows and tightening of his jaw–his displeasure radiated unmistakably.
Corrine sprang to her feet, catching his wrist and melting into his embrace. Her fingers traced playfully along his tense jawline as a mischievous smile graced her lips. “You’re so quick to sulk. Those men outside would treat me with far more consideration than you do. Aren’t you worried they might seize their chance?”
Before she could continue her teasing, his hand clasped firmly around hers.
“Corrine!” The winter–like chill in his voice carried an unmistakable warning.
She certainly knew how to pierce straight to his core.
“I’m merely stating facts,” Corrine murmured, her free hand drifting to his chest, fingers tracing delicate patterns. “Being the Ford family heiress naturally draws men who would move mountains to please me.”
“The Ford heiress title may be enticing, but they should question whether fortune favors them so greatly!” A smile played at the corners of Nate’s mouth, though his eyes
remained serious.
“My woman isn’t for anyone else to touch!” His voice crystallized like frost, sharp and biting.
Yet rather than feeling intimidated, Corrine found herself enchanted by his possessive declaration. Her heart effervesced with joy, like champagne bubbling over with delight.
“True love transcends both space and time.” Corrine gazed at him with tender affection, compelled to rise on her toes and press a kiss to his lips. “Nate, I hope our love grows into something eternal.”
His pupils dilated as he stared at her, transfixed.
Tightening his grip on her hand, he declared, “Corrine, wait for me to make you my wife!”
Her body froze, all sensation momentarily suspended.
A magical warmth bloomed in her heart, spreading through her entire being. “Yes!”
This, she realized, was how it felt to be truly cherished.
The irony wasn’t lost on her–she had spent three years chasing a meaningless apology, yet one month with Nate had brought her unprecedented fulfillment.
“Is your boss inside?” Carl’s voice, accompanied by the rhythmic tapping of his cane, drifted through the office door.
Corrine stiffened instantly, as though confronting a fearsome adversary. “Oh no, my grandfather’s here!”
She began darting about in panic, prompting an amused chuckle from Nate. “Why such
nervousness?”
“I can’t let him find you here!” she blurted without thinking.
Nate’s expression darkened ominously, his eyes flashing with dangerous intent. “You’d better explain yourself.”
The unspoken question hung heavily between them–was he so undesirable, his status so beneath her, that he needed to be hidden away?
