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    Nate gently sped Corrine’s hand, guiding her through the intricately carved wooden door and stepping into the secluded house that seemed to breathe a cold, ancient air.


    The space felt like a relic, abandoned in a forgotten corner of the world, its stillness echoing in the emptiness.


    Corrine’s gaze swept the room, stopping at a painting hanging near the entrance—a quiet witness to the passing years.


    A small smile tugged at her lips, though her eyes shimmered with a knowing depth as they met Nate’s.


    The painting, she recalled, had fetched an astonishing 3.6 billion at an auction, sold to an anonymous buyer. At the time, she had believed it was going to a true connoisseur, yet here it was, simply adorning the wall as if its worth had been reduced to mere decoration.


    Ah, the wonders of wealth—how it could turn even the rarest of treasures into a mere trinket.


    “Why did you bring me here?” Corrine’s voice broke the silence, soft butced with curiosity.


    Sensing the weight of her gaze, Nate turned toward her, their eyes locking in a silent conversation. Without a word, he reached out, his hand threading into her hair, pulling her into a kiss as powerful andmanding as a storm sweeping through a calm sea.


    His kiss was unyielding, as if he sought to imprint himself upon her very soul. Though they had shared countless kisses before, Corrine found herself caught in the intensity, struggling to keep her footing under the wave of his passion. It was as though he wanted to im every inch of her, to make her part of him.


    Her breath was stolen by the kiss, her hands instinctively gripping his shoulders like a sailor clutching thest piece of wood in a shipwreck.


    Her surrender softened his approach; his kiss turned gentler but no less fervent.


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    When the kiss finally ended, Corrine stood panting, leaning against his chest as if she had just run a marathon.


    Nate’s fingers drifted gently up and down her back, while his other hand cupped her chin, lifting her face toward his. His thumb traced the outline of her swollen lips, his voice low—


    His voice lowered to a murmur. “Your taste is more exquisite than any flower.”


    So, this was his n all along—bring her here, under the guise of something else, simply to steal another kiss.


    “There’s a hot spring up in the back hills. Fancy a dip tonight?” Nate suggested, sinking into a sofa, his fingers dancing over the delicate bones of her hand.


    Corrine raised an eyebrow in surprise. “Are we staying here tonight?”


    “Yes,” Nate replied casually, though a hint of amusement flickered in his tone.


    A mischievous spark lit Corrine’s eyes. “Can I choose a room upstairs?”


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