NovelTrueChapter 1374: That nagain-Mr. Hopkins. She spoke it like a shield, drawing a line between them, pushing him back.
As she brushed past him, Nate caught her arm. In one motion, he pulled her against him, wrapping his arms around her from behind.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtHis hold was tight-too tight. His arms desperately cinched around her waist, as if he could hold her still long enough to stop everything spinning.
"Corrine, I'm sorry," he murmured in her ear. "Please... don't be angry anymore, okay?" His chin rested in the hollow of her neck, his breath brushing her skin, his words rasping like smoke. "Tellwhat to do. I'll do anything-just tellhow to make this right." The hoarseness of his voice curled into her ears, making them tingle.
But his grip was suffocating. She could barely breathe beneath the weight of his arms. She shifted, trying to wriggle free, but her movements were hesitant-gentle. She didn't want to aggravate his injury.
She took a deep breath to steady herself. "Let go first." "I won't," Nate growled, his grip stubborn and desperate, like a child throwing a tantrum.
He knew Corrine's natural aloofness, how much effort it took to thaw her heart. And now, because of his secrecy, they were back at square one.
The guilt churned deep in his gut, heavier than anything she could have thrown at him.
He clenched his jaw, silence stretching as he wrestled with his thoughts, then finally murmured hoarsely near her ear, "I didn't tell you about the injury because-" "Because you were afraid I'd worry?" Nate froze. When he didn't respond, she let out a weary sigh. "You always say you're sorry, but you don't even understand what you're apologizing for. Doesn't that strike you as ridiculous?" More chapters on glovдls.co Her calmness felt like ice against his skin—measured, detached, merciless, as if she was provoking him.
Nate instinctively pulled her closer, ignoring the dull throb in his chest. “Then tell me," he pleaded, voice low and ragged. "Tellwhy you're so angry." Corrine had hoped they were beyond this. That they could handle conflict with maturity. That their connection meant more than surface apologies.
But Nate's evasiveness, his thoughtless silence, felt like a wall slammed between them. She'd had enough of running headfirst into it.
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She took a breath that trembled with restraint. "Isn't it your responsibility to figure that out on your own? Should I always be the one to point out s be the ou problems whenever there's an issue? Tell me, Nate-am I the only one holding this together? Or do you just not care anymore? Is this your way of ending it without having to say the words?"
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