The Unwavering Heart That Broke (Nathalie and Lance) novel Chapter 236

“Cough, cough… I’m fine…” Fabian struggled to get the words out, trying to give her a small smile.

But his face was streaked with spilled liquor, and his eyes were bloodshot. He looked a wreck.

Not even close to fine.

Nathalie’s anger surged. She glared at Lance. “Are you out of your mind? How could you do this to him?”

Lance stretched out on the sofa, legs comfortably crossed, a fancy glass in his hand. He’d been watching her since she walked in, taking in every bit of her outrage.

The corners of his lips curled into a half-smirk. “He wanted to drink. I didn’t force him.”

“You are unbelievable.”

He really had the nerve to say he hadn’t forced him?

Just a few minutes ago, two bodyguards had basically held Fabian down and made him drink. It looked like he was going to drink himself to death.

Nathalie eased Fabian onto the couch and handed him some tissues. Then she shot Lance another icy look. “If you have a problem, come after me. Leave innocent people out of it.”

“Come after you? I care too much about you for that.” Lance sat his glass down and looked at her, voice cool. “Besides, he’s not exactly innocent.”

Nathalie shivered as memories of his words in the CEO’s office came rushing back, cold and sharp.

“Nathalie, I’m fine. Don’t worry…” Fabian’s breathing was steadier now, and he tugged weakly at her sleeve.

How could she not be worried?

She said softly, “You should get checked at the hospital. I’ll go with you.”

Fabian shook his head. “I’ve got a deal in the works with The Adams Group, but one of my guys messed up. I came here to apologize for him.”

“Did you hear that? I didn’t make him do anything.” Lance’s tone was quiet but carried a dark edge. “Nathalie, come here.”

She ignored him, turning her attention back to Fabian. “Are you finished drinking?”

He stayed silent, his face hardening. The tension in the room thickened, and everything seemed to chill.

Fabian clearly figured out what she was thinking. “Nathalie, don’t do anything stupid.”

She turned and offered him a gentle, apologetic smile. “Sorry.”

It was real—she truly was sorry for pulling him into all this.

Then she grabbed one of the bottles, twisted the cap off, and took a deep swig.

In an instant, Lance leapt up, snatched the bottle from her hand, and smashed it against the floor. Glass shards scattered and liquor splashed everywhere.

“Are you out of your mind? You’re already not well, and you want to drink?” Lance seized her wrist, pulling her close.

Nathalie’s lashes trembled as she stared back at him. “So, are we done with his subordinate’s mistake now?”