The Unwavering Heart That Broke (Nathalie and Lance) novel Chapter 333

Lance, did you come to say goodbye?” There was a touch of sadness in her voice.

“No,” Lance said, completely flat.

Madonna paused, waiting. “Then why are you here?”

‘Where’s Felice?” Lance’s voice held no warmth.

‘She’s been at home,” Madonna answered. After a moment, she added, ‘Lance, this whole thing was my idea. You should just let it go…

_ance cut her off, his face growing colder. “She’s an adult, she could have said no. She told me she only loved Jackson, but that was a lie.”

So Nathalie had been right the whole time. Felice wasn’t as innocent as she seemed. The way Felice felt about him made his skin crawl.

Lance’s eyes flashed with disgust. He found himself regretting all the patience and kindness he’d given Felice, all for Jackson’s sake.

Madonna stayed quiet, knowing it was pointless to argue with him.

_ance walked into the living room and spotted Felice halfway up the stairs, moving fast. “Felice James,” he called out, his voice hard.

Felice froze, turning back in shock. “Did you just call me that?”

He’d always called her Felice before. Now it was full name, and with that last name too. She wasn’t a James anymore – hadn’t been for a long

time.

Lance’s eyes were icy. “If Jackson knew what you were really thinking, I wonder if he’d regret marrying you.”

Felice’s whole body trembled. She went pale, tears slipping down her

headed straight for the Adams Estate.

Inside, Madonna was packing her things. She looked tired – her flight was in two hours.

“Lance, did you come to say goodbye?” There was a touch of sadness in her voice.

“No,” Lance said, completely flat.

Madonna paused, waiting. “Then why are you here?”

“Where’s Felice?” Lance’s voice held no warmth.

“She’s been at home,” Madonna answered. After a moment, she added, “Lance, this whole thing was my idea. You should just let it go…”

Lance cut her off, his face growing colder. “She’s an adult, she could have said no. She told me she only loved Jackson, but that was a lie.”

So Nathalie had been right the whole time. Felice wasn’t as innocent as she seemed. The way Felice felt about him made his skin crawl.

Lance’s eyes flashed with disgust. He found himself regretting all the patience and kindness he’d given Felice, all for Jackson’s sake.

Madonna stayed quiet, knowing it was pointless to argue with him.

Lance walked into the living room and spotted Felice halfway up the stairs, moving fast. “Felice James,” he called out, his voice hard.

Felice froze, turning back in shock. “Did you just call me that?”

He’d always called her Felice before. Now it was full name, and with that last name too. She wasn’t a James anymore – hadn’t been for a long

time.

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