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    Nate’s brow arched, a knowing glint in his eyes. He pretended to be unaware of her intentions, his gaze filled with affectionate tolerance. “Of course.”


    With a swift movement, Corrine ascended the stairs, her eyes scanning the roomsid out before her—three rooms on each side.


    To the right, one room had been transformed into a boxing gym, while two guest rooms stood empty, awaiting use.


    To the left, the rooms seemed to belong to Nate—a study, a private activity room, and the master bedroom.


    A smile crept across Corrine’s face as she took in theyout. She knew what she wanted. Without hesitation, she pointed to the right. “I’ll sleep here tonight.”


    Nate, having followed her up the stairs, smiled knowingly at her choice. “Are you sure? No regrets?”


    “Regret? What’s there to regret?” Corrine, oblivious to the underlying meaning in his words, answered simply.


    The room, bathed in light, quiet and peaceful, was perfect for someone like her, a light sleeper who cherished stillness.


    But Nate’s deep, rich voice drifted toward her. “This is my room.”


    The revtion hit her like a sudden gust of wind.


    She had thought herself cautious, but it seemed she had stepped right into a trap.


    “Then I’ll sleep across the hall,” Corrine murmured, turning toward the master bedroom, her mind berating Nate for his devious ways.


    The master bedroom was vast and pristine—why had he chosen to stay in a guest room?


    Just as she was about to enter, she felt a sudden pressure at her waist.


    Nate’s arms slid around her, pulling her back into his warm, solid chest. “Are you truly scared of me?” His voice softened, like a gentle pull on her heartstrings, sending a shiver through her.


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    His breath stirred against her neck, making her skin prickle, her throat tightening. “What’s there to fear?”


    “If you’re not scared, then why avoid me?” Nate asked, turning her gently to face him, his dark eyes searching hers. “Are you unhappy with me?”


    Corrine’s mind raced. She could see theyers beneath his words. No matter how she answered, she would only fall into his traps.


    Biting her lip, she weighed her response carefully, but before she could speak, Nate’s phone rang, cutting the moment short.


    He nced at the caller ID, annoyance flickering across his features, before declining the call. With a sigh, he spoke again, his tone soft. “If you’re tired, go rest in your room. No one will disturb you.”


    “Okay,” Corrine nodded quickly, her eyes encouraging. “Go ahead. Don’t leave everyone hanging.”


    Nate gave her a reluctant smile, the weight of his responsibilities tugging him away, and he left the room.


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