NovelOnlineChapter 85
Chapter 85 Restless Desire
Corrine inhaled deeply, her composure steadily returning as she quelled the storm within her. "Thank you for
tellingthis, Tanya," she said, her tone calm but thoughtful.
Tanya blinked, momentarily caught off guard. She averted her gaze, her eyes betraying a flicker of guilt. "I didn't
mean anything by it. Just rambling on, as usual. I'm glad you don't mind my chatter, Miss Holland."
But Tanya wasn't entirely being honest. Beneath her words lay her own quiet intentions. She had observed how
deeply Nate cared for Corrine and noticed Corrine's hesitation when it cto him. If this delicate moment
offered her a chance to bring the two closer, she was willing to take it, even if it meant playing the role of a
humble matchmaker.
Yet, Corrine's gratitude left her feeling undeserving.
The two strolled idly for a while before Tanya glanced at her watch. "Miss Holland, it's tfor your medicine. Mr.
Hopkins was very clear about it."
"Alright," Corrine replied softly. After taking her prescribed pills, she retired to her room for srest.
Later, when Nate returned from being out, his sharp eyes scanned the living room instinctively. Though his voice
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtcarried an air of practiced indifference, the question he posed was unmistakably pointed. "Where's Corrine? Has
she taken her medicine?"
There was an almost domestic familiarity to his tone, like that of a husband checking in on his wife after a long
day.
Tanya caught the subtle undertone and couldn't help the faint smirk that danced on her lips. "Miss Holland is
resting in her room," she answered with ease.
Nate gave a small nod. "Make sure lunch is light," he said, his tone casual but purposeful.
Without waiting for her response, his tall frmoved confidently toward the stairs.
As he ascended, Nate loosened his tie with one hand. When he reached Corrine's door,
he pushed it open with quiet resolve.
The room was dim, but his eyes unerringly found her. Corrine lay peacefully on the bed, her dark hair fanned out
like spilled ink against the pillow.
Her face, serene and unguarded, resembled a work of art, each feature deliberate and captivating.
The loose collar of her shirt revealed the gentle slope of her shoulder, her skin glowing faintly in the muted light.
Nate's gaze lingered, darkening with an intensity he couldn't fully rein in. Desire simmered in his eyes, restless
and undeniable.
He let his tie slip to the floor, his fingers moving to unfasten the first button of his shirt as he stepped closer.
With deliberate care, he brushed a strand of hair away from her cheek. Her lashes quivered at the featherlight
touch, like delicate wings brushing against his fingertips.
The memory of her lips, soft and inviting, stirred in his mind, filling him with a longing that refused to be
silenced.
His throat bobbed as he swallowed hard, the pull to close the distance between them growing stronger by the
second.
Just as he leaned down, his breath ghosting over her lips, Corrine's eyes fluttered open. For a heartbeat, their
gazes locked. Nate's smoldering eyes held hers captive, the spark between them as palpable as the warmth of
his breath on her skin.
Startled, Corrine bolted upright, scrambling to put sspace between them. Nate's lips curved into the faintest
of smiles, though the fleeting disappointment in his eyes didn't go unnoticed. He settled on the edge of the bed,
his posture deceptively relaxed. "How are you feeling?"
"Much better," she murmured, brushing a loose strand of hair behind her ear. Her eyes drifted down, catching
sight of the burn on his hand.
Tanya's words about Nate making the soup for her surfaced in her mind. The realization clicked-his injury was a
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmcasualty of his cooking attempt.
Her lips pressed together, a mix of guilt and gratitude warring within her. "Your hand... is it alright?"
Nate glanced at the small burn, his expression unreadable. "First tcooking. | wasn't exactly a natural," he
admitted with a wry smile. "It stung a bit, but it's fine now."
"Do you needto take a look at it?" she offered, her voice polite but tinged with genuine concern.
Nate didn't hesitate. "If you're willing."
Corrine retrieved the first aid kit and began tending to his injury.
Her movements were deliberate and gentle, as if handling something fragile.
As she worked, Nate studied her in silence, his focus drawn to the delicate sweep
of her lashes. Unable to resist, he reached out, brushing them lightly with his fingertips.
Her lashes fluttered like startled butterflies, grazing his skin in return.
Corrine's eyes flicked up to meet his, startled yet steady. His fingers traced a slow path from the corner of her
eye, down the curve of her jaw, before settling to cradle her face.
"Corrine," he said, his voice low and certain, "you feel something for me. Don't you?" It wasn't a question. His
conviction left no room for doubt
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