The Unwavering Heart That Broke novel Chapter 125

Fabian’s eyes landed on her face, a little smile playing at the corners of his mouth. “So, do you want me to help her or not?”

Felice gave him an innocent, sweet grin. “I’m just worried about Nathalie. Don’t overthink it.”

“Oh, I see,” Fabian said, nodding as if he finally understood. “Well, I have nothing more to say.”

Felice didn’t seem bothered at all. She kept her focus on him for a few seconds, then suddenly said, “You like Nathalie too, don’t you?”

Fabian didn’t react. He kept eating, totally unbothered.

Felice pulled Jasper closer and put some food on the little boy’s plate as she spoke. “She’s really something… full of sunshine, so bright and cheerful, and she has such a big heart. She’s always there for people. Honestly, who wouldn’t like her?”

Fabian still said nothing.

It started getting awkward. Felice glanced at him again. He was always so cold and distant with her, but whenever Nathalie was around, he would actually smile.

The difference couldn’t have been bigger.

Slowly, Felice’s expression darkened.

…

Nathalie stepped out of the restaurant and hadn’t even reached the taxi when someone grabbed her wrist.

She turned and looked right into Lance’s dark, intense eyes.

“What are you doing?” she said, frowning, and tried to pull away.

Instead, Lance’s voice dropped low. “What were you and Fabian talking about?”

“What does it matter to you?” Nathalie was impatient now. “Let me go.”

“I’m your husband. You’re out late eating with another man, discussing something serious. Shouldn’t I worry?” Lance pulled her right in front of him. “Nathalie, we’re still married.”

She looked him over, then let out a cold, mocking laugh. “What, are you scared I’ll fall for someone else?”

Lance’s expression only got colder. “Don’t even think about it.”

“You did, so why can’t I?” Nathalie’s voice was cool, her eyes clear and sharp. “We’re even now. Isn’t getting mad about it pretty hypocritical?”

He didn’t pull her back toward the restaurant after all. Instead, he led her to his car, opened the passenger side and gently pushed her inside.

Nathalie tried to fight him off, but it didn’t matter. She was furious.

Then her eyes landed on something in the car. There, on the center console, sat a small red velvet box, the kind meant for a ring or maybe a pair of earrings.

But this box looked familiar.

It looked just like the one she kept her wedding ring in.

Damaris had told her that a mysterious person bought the ring.

So that mysterious person was Lance?

He’d spent three hundred million on that ring years ago, and now he’d paid three hundred fifty million to get it back.

Was he just trying to prove he had more money than anyone else?