The Unwavering Heart That Broke (Nathalie and Lance) novel Chapter 208

Her hand balled into a fist as she fought to pull away, making it painfully clear that she wanted out.

Lance’s breathing grew heavier. His dark eyes locked on her. “You look beautiful wearing it.”

“I said I don’t like it anymore. Don’t you get it?”

“I don’t get it.”

With one strong pull, Lance dragged her closer. There was a dangerous edge in his eyes. “You used to love this brand. You told me every time something new came out you wanted to wear it. I remember that.”

Just like how he remembered her saying she loved him.

He had never forgotten her words.

But now, she was telling him she didn’t like it anymore.

How could she just stop caring?

He couldn’t accept it.

The tension in the car was suffocating. He stared at her so hard she could almost feel it, but somehow she managed to hold herself together.

Then, without warning, he reached forward and pressed a button. The privacy partition slid up.

Suddenly, the back seat felt even smaller.

Lance took a slow breath. “Nathalie, people don’t just change overnight.”

Something sharp twisted in Nathalie’s chest. Her fingers clenched tighter. “You should say that to yourself. You’re the one who changed first.”

“I didn’t change.”

His voice was quiet but heavy. “I’ve told you so many times. There’s no one else for me.”

Nathalie forced herself to take a deep breath. She closed her eyes for a second. “If Felice and I were both kidnapped and you could only save one of us, who would you pick?”

“That’s never going to happen,” Lance replied, dodging her question. “You’ll never be in danger.”

“See? You won’t even lie to make me feel better,” Nathalie said, a bitter smile tugging at her lips. “I know it’s never going to happen. I’d never put myself in that position. But what I wanted was for you to say you’d pick me. Not give me some bland, safe answer. That’s not what I need.”

Lance stared at her, dark eyes unwavering. “Alright. I’ll say it. I’d choose you.”

“So what? What does that even mean?” Nathalie shook her head. “If you’re just feeding me the answer you think I want to hear, it means nothing.”

It was night, the city outside cloaked in darkness.

Nathalie followed him into a private room. As soon as they walked in, she spotted Daniel and Camilla sitting there.

Her brow furrowed, and she turned to leave.

Lance caught her arm. “They’re here to apologize. No need to go.”

Nathalie stared at him in total disbelief. Did she hear him right?

Daniel apologizing to her?

Honestly, she was curious to hear what that would even sound like.

After all, it was no easy thing to get a man like him—so arrogant, so stubborn, so proud—to actually say sorry.

She turned back and pulled out a chair, sitting down.

Camilla got up and came over, her voice gentle. “Nathalie, are you feeling any better?”

Nathalie’s reply was cool, almost distant. “I’m fine.”