?Chapter 1049:


    After learning where Corrine was from the Lone Ranger, he had rushed there with Hawk, nning to save her. He hadn’t imagined that Nate would be her fiancé.


    Corrine could have been with anyone, yet she picked Nate. It was all such a mess!


    Corrine, in her high heels, nearly had to run just to keep up with Nate as he pulled her along.


    They entered the hotel room that had been set up for them.


    The door closed behind them, and before she could even look around, a shadow fell over her.


    Then, Nate kissed her urgently.


    His presence surrounded her like a heavy, pulling tighter with no way out.


    The kiss was wild, as though he was trying to consume herpletely. Corrine was pressed against the door, trapped with no way out, like a fragile flower caught in a storm.


    When the kiss finally broke, her swollen lips, smeared with lipstick, looked pitiful.


    Her bright eyes were clouded with a soft, unconscious charm at the corners.


    Nate gently wiped the smudged lipstick from her lips and chin with his fingers.


    His Adam’s apple moved as his gaze darkened, deepening.


    Corrine started to speak, but Nate silenced her with another kiss. Corrine was a bit confused. Why did his jealousy only intensify after proposing? Was he really that insecure?


    From what she knew, the more she resisted, the more forceful Nate became.


    So, torn between fighting and giving in, she decided to calm him.


    Her arms slipped around Nate’s waist, her hands softly stroking his back, like soothing an anxious puppy.


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    Only when Corrine’s tongue felt numb and she gasped for air did he finally pull away. She looked up at him with a pitiful expression and whispered, “Nate, my mouth hurts.”


    Her yful tone, as she buried her head against his chest, instantly calmed the anger that had been building in Nate.


    “Does it hurt?” Nate’s voice dropped to a softer tone, his thumb gently brushing over her swollen lips.


    Corrine nodded, settling closer to him. “It really hurts.”


    “How long have you known him?” Nate’s grip on her chin tightened as his dark eyes locked onto hers.


    Corrine had no choice but to meet his gaze. Her eyes shifted slightly. “We met before, in Forestvale. There are twelve of us, including him.”


    Nate’s eyes narrowed as a flicker of thought crossed his mind. “The Twelve Sovereigns of the Red me?”


    “How do you know about them?” Corrine asked, surprised.


    “The story of the Twelve Sovereigns has always been talked about in Forestvale,” Nate said, his gaze focused on her. “Out of the twelve, what’s your rank?”


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