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The room was dim, lit only by a soft nightlight in the corner.

She turned slightly to look at the man beside her, his features rxed in sleep, devoid of the usual sternness. Yet he retained an air of authority—a lion feigning sleep, still radiating a presence too potent to ignore.

Reflecting on their earlier conversation, Corrine couldn’t shake the suspicion—maybe it was just her imagination—that Nate might know more than he let on. Yet…

If Nate truly knew something, he couldn’t possibly remain so indifferent. With this thought, Corrine felt a wave of relief wash over her, easing the anxiety that had tightened around her heart.

She studied his face for a moment, then leaned forward to leave a gentle kiss at the corner of his lips.

As she started to pull away, his hand suddenly sped around her waist.

“Escaping after a secret kiss?”

Corrine’s gaze shot to his face, surprised.

Yet his eyes remained closed, his grip not loosening but rather pulling her closer to his chest.

She caught her breath and quickly loosened his hold, retreating to her pillow and closing her eyes, feigning sleep.

But no sooner had she shut her eyes than she felt his warm presence against her back, and his voice, low and teasing, whispered, “The night is still young. Since sleep eludes us, let’s make the most of it.”

His voice, yful yet seductive, made Corrine’s heart skip a beat. Her fingers tensed as she began to respond, “Who said…”

Her words were cut short as he kissed her, sealing her half-spoken thoughts with his lips.

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Their reunion after days apart turned their suppressed longing into a fervor that was hard to control.

It was only after Corrine’s energy waned and she drifted into a deep sleep that Nate finally stopped.

He then gently lifted her, carrying her to the bathroom. He noticed the faint bruises and tiny needle marks on her arms, his expression darkening with concern.

His fingers moved lightly over her skin, tracing each mark with deliberate care.

After quickly bathing her, he carried her back to bed.

He reached into the nightstand and retrieved a small jar of ointment—one he had already set aside for this purpose. Slowly, gently, he began to apply it. She thought she was hiding something. He understood that. He’d let her pretend. But once something is seen, it can’t be unseen.

After tending to her, Nate drew her into his arms, cradling her with a tenderness that spoke of deep affection. He kissed her forehead softly, then settled down beside her, his breath evening out as he too sumbed to sleep.

The following morning, Corrine awoke to a pervasive soreness, as though she had been through a relentless physical ordeal.fnc1d9 This text is hosted at F?nd-Novel/fnc1d9

The room still carried the subtle aroma of the previous night’s events.

She dressed swiftly and exited the bedroom. Her legs felt like jelly, but after sharing so many nights with Nate, she had learned to carry herself with practiced grace, masking the strain as if she hadn’t spent the entire night losing sleep—andposure.

She wondered if she should feel d about this progress.

As she descended the staircase, she spotted Nate by the window, engaged in a phone conversation.

At the sound of her approach, he hastily concluded his call.

He crossed the room quickly, his arm finding its familiar ce around her waist. His eyes briefly met hers, holding a momentary concern before he suggested, “You look like you could use more rest. You’rete anyway; why rush to work?”

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