The Unwavering Heart That Broke (Nathalie and Lance) novel Chapter 190

The valet tried twice to get away but both times failed. He barely made a step before the bodyguards tackled him, holding him down until he couldn’t move at all.

Damaris hurried over, her face full of worry. “Nathalie, are you okay? Did you get hurt?”

Nathalie was still wrapped up in Lance’s arms. His hold around her waist was almost crushing, like he wanted to keep her fused to him. She shook her head, her face drained of color. “I’m fine.”

Damaris finally let out a long breath, a hand over her heart. “That was honestly terrifying,” she said. Then she spun toward Freddy. “Freddy, who was that guy? Why would someone want to kill you?”

Freddy looked a little shaken, his usually gentle face shadowed by guilt. He glanced at Nathalie, regret obvious in his eyes. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean for you to get scared.”

Still breathing hard, Nathalie frowned at him. “What is even going on?”

Freddy stayed silent. Before he could answer, Lance spoke up, his voice cold and sharp. “Freddy, if you want friends, you need to clean up your own messes first. If anything like this ever happens to my wife again, I won’t let it slide.”

With those words, he pulled Nathalie toward his car, not giving her a chance to speak.

The shock was slowly wearing off, and Nathalie tried to pry his hand off her waist, but Lance only gripped her tighter.

His voice, deep and a bit distant, cut through the tension. “Were you not scared enough by what just happened?”

Nathalie’s face was pale and tight. “Let go of me. I can walk by myself.”

“Let you go so you can just take off?” Lance saw right through her. He opened the front passenger door, pushed her gently into the seat, and leaned over to buckle her seatbelt.

They were close enough to feel each other’s breath, close enough for Nathalie to stiffen all over. Her heartbeat felt loud in her own ears.

Lance finished buckling her in, but before he straightened up, he caught her expression. Cold, wary, prepared to bolt. His eyes darkened.

“Nathalie, I warned you before. I said you should stay away from him.”

She tried to ignore it, but the truth was her hands stopped shaking almost immediately. That only made her expression turn colder. She hated that he could comfort her so easily. She pulled her hand away, staring out the window, refusing to look at him.

Lance paused, shot her a glance, but didn’t say anything.

The car drove straight to Lumina Grand.

When they stopped, Nathalie kept her voice flat and distant. “I don’t want to go back there.”

Lance’s reply was calm, too calm. “But it’s our home. The place you chose. The one you designed for us.”

Nathalie’s lashes trembled. She looked away for a second, then asked, “Why were you there tonight?”

How did you end up showing up right when you did?