The Unwavering Heart That Broke (Nathalie and Lance) novel Chapter 213

A vein pulsed on Lance’s forehead as he stared at her. Nathalie stood there, every inch of her body radiating resistance. His voice dropped lower. “So you’re really kicking me out?”

Nathalie nodded. “Yes. Go find them. You should go. Right now.”

Lance moved closer, his dark eyes fixed on her. “Just like before? You’re going to push me away and act like it’s nothing? Nathalie, how can you do that?”

He didn’t even wait for a response. Suddenly, he scooped her up and carried her straight into the bedroom.

“Let me go!” Nathalie cried out, startled. Before she could react, he dropped her onto the bed. He hovered above her, blocking any escape.

Her eyes burned with angry tears. “Lance, I’m not even stopping you this time. What else do you want from me?”

Back when she cared if he went to see Felice and Jasper, he said she was being unreasonable. Now she was stepping back and giving him space, and he was still upset. She had no idea what he wanted.

Lance’s eyes darkened even more as her coldness and frustration hit him. He reached for her clothes, pulling at them.

Nathalie’s eyes went wide in panic. “Don’t. Stop. I don’t want this. Lance, you can’t just force me.”

She tried to fight him off, but Lance just turned her over so she was lying on her stomach. She could barely move.

Her shirt was ripped, her skin exposed to the air. Goosebumps covered her back as she clutched the sheets.

But nothing happened. The wild, violent energy she expected never came. Suddenly, the room felt quiet, everything frozen.

She nearly jumped when she felt his hand brush softly along the edge of a wound on her back, careful and light. Combined with the itchy pain of her cuts, his touch made her shiver.

Then Lance’s voice broke the silence. It was rough, almost gentle. “I’m just putting medicine on. After that, I’ll leave.”

Nathalie shut her eyes and buried her face in the blankets.

Nathalie was lost for words, staring at him in shock. Before she could get anything out, Lance leaned in and kissed her hard, not holding anything back. He kissed her until her lips tingled, red and swollen from the force.

Afterward, he murmured into her ear, quiet but firm. “Nathalie, stop saying things that make me angry. I’m not going to see anyone else. Not before. Not now. Not ever.”

He let her go and left the room.

Nathalie scrubbed her lips with the back of her hand. The glint of her purple diamond bracelet caught her eye, making her pause. Her expression shifted for a moment, then she unfastened the bracelet, snapped a picture, and sent it to Damaris.

Nathalie: Sell this. We’ll split the money halfway.

Damaris: Holy crap, this purple diamond bracelet is worth thirty million. Are you serious about selling it?

Nathalie: Yeah. I’m sure. Sell it.