The Unwavering Heart That Broke (Nathalie and Lance) novel Chapter 425

Nathalie was steeping groggily when she felt someone shaking her.

She opened her bleary eyes and saw a figure standing by the bed. The wall lamp was dim, and the man’s silhouette was somewhat blurred, bu she still recognized him as Lance

She frowned and asked thickly, “What are you doing?!”

She reached for her phone and checked the time. Three in the morning!

Was he out of his mind?

Not sleeping in the middle of the night, just standing here to scare people?

“My wounds hurt.”

The man’s voice was low. He sat right on the edge of her bed and said, ‘Bandage me up.”

Nathalie sat up, reached out to brush back her hair. “Didn’t you say you didn’t need it?”

‘I need it now.”

Lance handed her the medical kit and then took off his shirt.

Only then did Nathalie notice he was wearing a tank top.

As the black tank top came off, blood stained the white gauze, and a heavy scent of blood clung to him.

Nathalie froze for a moment, then asked, “You didn’t sleep in the middle\ of the night and tore open your own wounds?”

ance looked at her, his eyes dark and profound, but he stayed silent.

Nathalie pursed her lips, leaned closer to him, and reached out to unwrap

the blood–soaked gauze.

Some shallow cuts had scabbed over and were healing well.

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But some deeper gashes were seeping blood, and the faint metallic scen

filled the air.

Nathalie started cleaning the blood, disinfecting, applying medicine…

Throughout the entire process, she didn’t say a word.

It wasn’t until she had wrapped fresh gauze around him and secured the ape that she got off the bed beside him to go to the bathroom and wash her hands.

But the next second, he suddenly reached out and hugged her.

Nathalie stiffened. “Let go.”

Lance tightened his arms, burying his face in the crook of her neck. His breath brushed against her skin, his voice muffled. “No.”

Nathalie pressed her fingers against his deepest wound and said, “If you don’t let go, this spot will need stitches again.”

You’re so ruthless.”

Lance muttered, his grip loosening just a fraction.

The tension in Nathalie’s heart eased slightly, but a second later, he suddenly cupped the back of her head and captured her lips.

Nathalie’s breathing hitched, and her fingers instantly pressed down hard. But he didn’t even flinch!

He kissed her lips, tracing their soft curves, swallowing her sweetness as if drinking poison to quench a thirst. Even though his wounds screamed in agony, he still didn’t let her go.

His scorching breath invaded her mouth, tangling with her tongue, kissing every inch of her.

His breath trailed downward, sweeping over her neck, her collarbone…

Nathalie’s breathing became completely ragged. Stimulated by the dominant aura rotting off of him, her limbs grew weak, and tears were forced from her eyes.

She was pressed against the bed, her fingers lacking the strength to keep pressing down. His hot breath brushed over her chest.

‘Lance!”

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