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    She made her way to the bathroom and took a warm bath. The water, enveloping her like soft silk, soothed her aching body.


    As Corrine sshed aimlessly, she noticed marks on her skin and reflected on how frightening a man could be when ustomed to indulgence. She had hoped the bath would rx her, but instead, it only deepened her fatigue.


    Picking an outfit proved difficult as her weakened waist caused her to stumble and grasp at the jewelry cab for bnce. Suddenly, she fell into a strong, warm embrace.


    “Shouldn’t you be more careful at your age?” Nate teased, wrapping his arm around her waist.


    His yful remark ignited a spark of anger in Corrine. She looked up, his refreshed appearance only intensifying her annoyance.


    Didn’t he understand the reason for her distress?


    Impulsively, Corrine tossed the clothes at Nate. “Why weren’t you more gentlest night?” she eximed.


    “I was trying to be gentle,” Nate responded, his eyes capturing her captivating gaze, his Adam’s apple bobbing slightly as he offered a soft smile.


    He drew Corrine close and nted a gentle kiss on her lips. “Wasn’t everything perfectst night? Didn’t you enjoy it?” His voice was deep, hinting at intimacy.


    “Just shut up!” Corrine shot him a fierce look.


    At this rate, Nate wouldpletely exhaust her.


    Noticing her pout, Nate’s expression softened with amusement. “Do you need to eat something to get your energy back?” he asked.


    “What do you think?” Corrine gave a sardonic smile.


    She let out an exasperated huff, turning her back on Nate, unwilling to continue the conversation.


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    She hadn’t realized before how naturally mischievous he was. He was fully aware of why she was so exhausted, yet he seemed to find amusement in her predicament.


    Sensing her irritation, Nate knew better than to push his luck further.


    His eyes filled with tenderness and affection as he gently scooped Corrine into his arms.


    “What are you doing?” Corrine’s eyes widened in panic. “Your injury hasn’t healed yet. What if you make it worse?”


    Nate’s smile widened. “It’s just a minor injury.”


    He had shrugged off numerous injuries since childhood, treating them lightly unless they were severe.


    No one had ever been as concerned about his well-being as she was.


    Corrine sat in the dining room, rubbing her aching waist.


    Her movements radiated unmistakable elegance as she savored her meal with grace.


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