NovelTrueChapter 1375: "Corrine!" Nate's voice snapped through the air—cold, laced with wounded fury. "I get that you're angry, but do you even hear yourself? Do you know how cruel that sounds?" She leveled him with a cold gaze. "Cruel? And what about you? You lied. You hid your plan, your injury. You got everyone else to keep it fromlike I was sfragile idiot. Was that supposed to make you feel strong? Clever? Did it make you feel proud-turninginto the only one in the dark? I thought we were supposed to trust each other, Nate. I thought that's what this was. But maybe I'm the only one who believed in that. If you think relationships are about hiding things from the person who cares most, then maybe I should start keeping secrets too." Trust doesn't exist in isolation-it requires honesty from both sides. Without it, everything falls apart.
Now that she had said everything, the pressure inside her chest eased. Her lungs expanded freely again. For the first tin days, she could breathe.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt"Rest up." She pulled away and turned to leave, but Nate yanked her back into his arms.
One hand locked around hers. The other tangled in her hair, his palm cradling the nape of her neck as he pulled her close, burying his face in the curve of her shoulder, as if hiding there might make her stay.
The sudden embrace caught Corrine off guard, as if the ground had shifted beneath her feet.
The familiar scent wrapped around her like a comforting blanket, and her heart fluttered in response, betraying the calm she tried to maintain.
Her fingertips curled in reflex, her hands clenched into silent fists by her sides, revealing the battle between her instincts and emotions.
After a brief moment of stillness, Nate's low, cold voice drifted to her ear, breaking the silence like a soft echo. “I am sorry..." Lãf€$f ChAptërŞ In GałnøvelŞ.cơm His words, though gentle, carried a weight that pressed down on Corrine's chest, leaving her breathless and torn between anger and compassion.
It was the second the had apologized that day, but this time, she sensed a depth of sincerity she hadn't heard before.
Though his privileged upbringing had always lent him an air of authority, he had humbled himself before her again and again, as if seeking her approval, or perhaps her forgiveness.
His face nestled into the crook of her neck, his warm breath brushing her skin, stirring an involuntary tension that rippled through her body. She remained silent, allowing the quiet moment to hang between them, giving him the space to hold her, to speak.
"I couldn't tell you about the injury... whether to spare you from worry or keep your focus on other matters," brushing Nate murmured his matters against her temple. "Lyhaton has been unstable lately, and I feared pulling you into unnecessary danger. I apologize deeply, and from this moment forward, I vow to keep nothing from you."
His voice softened, almost pleading, as he continued, "I will share everything with you what you want to know, and even what you might not want to hear. I recognize my mistake. Corrine, please, don't stay angry. Will you forgive me?"
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