The Unwavering Heart That Broke (Nathalie and Lance) novel Chapter 383

With the figures outside reduced to blurry silhouettes, Nathalie frantically flipped on the rear windshield wiper to clear her view.

The remaining attackers were finally down.

Lance was on one knee in a pool of blood and rainwater, using the iron pipe to keep himself from collapsing completely.

Nathalie’s heart dropped. She threw her door open and sprinted toward him in the pouring rain.

She fell to her knees beside him, desperately trying to pull him up.

‘Lance, are you okay? Lance!”

The heavy rain soaked them to the bone, but it wasn’t just water drenching his clothes–it was blood.

Nathalie wrapped her arms around his, trying to haul him to his feet. ‘Come on, get up. We need to get you to the hospital…”

Lance lifted his head. Water dripped from his dark lashes, and his striking eyes were feral, bloodshot from the adrenaline and raw violence of the fight.

But as his gaze locked onto hers, his expression softened. “Worried about me?” he asked hoarsely.

Nathalie was frantic. “Don’t say stupid things right now! We need to go!”

‘Watch your back!”

One of his wounded bodyguards suddenly roared from the ground.

Before Nathalie could even process the warning, Lance grabbed her roughly, swapping their positions in a lightning–fast motion!

Squelch!

Chapter 383

The sickening sound of a blade tearing through flesh echoed over the

rain.

Through the downpour, Nathalie saw it all–one of the attackers had faked being unconscious, lunging up with a blade meant for her heart. Instead of piercing her chest, the knife was now buried deep in Lance’s shoulder!

Lance…”

Blinking against the torrential rain, she watched as Lance clenched his aw, spun around, and cracked his iron pipe viciously against the attacker’s skull. The man crumbled to the pavement, completely out

cold.

The switchblade was still protruding from his shoulder. He was covered n blood.

A massive lump formed in Nathalie’s throat, hot tears mixing with the rain on her cheeks. She grabbed him tightly. “W–we’re going to the hospital…” she choked out, her voice cracking.

Clang…

The iron pipe slipped from his grip, splashing into a deep puddle.

Mustering all her strength, Nathalie dragged his heavy frame toward her car and shoved him into the backseat.

She fought down her panic, but her hands were shaking so badly she could barely hold the keys. She pinched her own thigh hard, forcing herself to focus.

There was still a car blocking her path. She slammed her foot on the gas and smashed right through it, forcing her way out!

The car tore down the highway. The metallic scent of blood filled the cabin, and the man in the backseat had gone terrifyingly quiet.

“Lance, can you hear me? Lance?!” Nathalie gripped the steering wheel so tight her knuckles turned white, refusing to let him slip away into silence.

Chapter 383

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