NovelFameChapter 1373: Before she could react, her arms were wrenched behind her, and her back slammed against the door with an audible thud.
A familiar scent-cool, woody, and faintly bitter-wrapped around her like a haunting memory, both intoxicating and suffocating.
She shuddered, shock flickering across her eyes.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtWas it Nate? How could he be here-in Riverveille? Questions ricocheted through her mind like bullets, but Nate's eyes narrowed at her silence, that dangerous glint cutting straight through her defenses.
He leaned in slowly, each movement deliberate, his fingers tilting her chin upward until their gazes locked. His voice, low and edged with cold steel, broke the silence. "Why are you back so late?" Corrine's lips thinned into a hard, stubborn line. She said nothing.
The room was cloaked in darkness, save for faint light filtering through the frosted glass window-just enough to reveal blurred features. Both were barely recognizable in the gloom.
Nate's grip tightened slightly, tilting her chin higher, his eyes boring into hers with a forceful intimacy-deep, oceanic, and domineering.
Though he had narrowly escaped death, the injuries had taken their toll.
His face was hollowed, skin pale, the sharp lines of his cheekbones more prominent than she remembered. His eyes, once lively, now looked like they'd seen too much.
Their gazes locked. Breath met breath.
In that space between heartbeats, the air thickened, heavy and stifling—like a storm on the verge of breaking. Discover more on galnovs(uso de "ç" y "o" griega) Corrine couldn't bear it any longer. "What brings you here tonight, Mr. Hopkins?" Her tone was cool, edged with mockery, each word dipped in the quiet, biting anger in her heart.
The nstruck Nate like a slap.
His throat bobbed with a dry swallow. "Are you still angry?" "No." Her answer was clipped and clean. Her lips curved into a faint smile-but there was nothing warm about it, just subtle mockery.
Nate exhaled, the sound almost a sigh. “You're lying. I can feel it—you're still angry." She laughed once-sharp, humorless. "Ha."
"I truly know I was wrong." His voice softened. He let go of her chin, and m his fingers brushed her cheek in a tender graze before he leaned in, forehead gently touching hers. "I mean it. I'm sorry. Will you accept that?" If only apologies could fix what was broken.
Corrine drew in a breath, steadying herself, silencing the fire still burning in her chest. "I accept your apology," she said coolly. "Now, it's late. I'm co tired. I'm hungry. I need to rest. Mr. Hopkins, please leave."
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