The Unwavering Heart That Broke (Nathalie and Lance) novel Chapter 436

Chapter 436

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Chapter 436

Damaris froze, instinctively looking to Nathalie for help.

Nathalie frowned at Lance. He looked entirely too comfortable, completely settled in. He wasn’t bluffing.

She lowered her gaze, exhaling a heavy breath. “I’ll help you make the bed.”

She still didn’t have a clear read on his game or what he ultimately wanted from/this situat wasn’t the right time to burn bridges.

men retreated to the guest room. Damaris pulled out a fresh set of sheets and a r. As they worked, she whispered frantically, “Nathalie, is he telling the truth?”

e gave her a complex look. “I’ve met Lawrence before. He is mixed-race, very striking, deep blue eyes.”

Damaris’s face lost all its color. Her knuckles turned white as she gripped the bedsheets.

But… what’s done is done. Why can’t he just let it go? Why is he looking for me?”

Nathalie’s expression grew seri unhinged. I strongly advise

Damaris nodded vigorou

Once the bed was m

his phone.

A few minu

Damar

L

There’s something wrong with him. He’s genuinely

ing any contact with him.”

actly what you say.”

ked back into the living room and found Lance texting on

e knocked on the door.

glaring at Lance. “Did you tell him? Did you call him here?!”

acknowledging her panic. He walked over and opened the door. One od in the hallway, holding a medical kit.

aris let out a massive sigh of relief. Thank God it wasn’t Lawrence.

Nathalie. “My bandages need changing.””

the kit without a word and stepped into the guest room. Lance followed her in, king the door shut behind him.

living room, Damaris stared at the closed door, anxiety gnawing at her. “Nathalie, if nything, just scream! I’m

he guest room, Lanc

ning the buttons

ng dark

softly. He reached up, slowly

Would you scream?”

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Nathalie frowned. “We’re in someone else’s home. Have some decency.”

Lance shrugged the shirt off and sat on the edge of the bed. “I haven’t even done anything yet. What’s there to be decent about?”

Nathalie washed her hands, walked over, and prepared to change his dressing.

She intentionally positioned herself to his side, but Lance casually reached out, grabbed her waist, and pulled her to stand directly between his parted thighs.

His large hands settled firmly on her hips, his fingers tracing slow, deliberate circles against

her skin.

Nathalie stiffened. “Do you want your medicine applied or not?”

Lance ignored the question. “You assuming I’m always scheming against you… I don’t like it.”

Nathalie gripped the cotton swab tighter. “I’m just speaking from experience.”

He looked up at her cold, guarded face. “I never manipulated you in the past.”

Ha…”

Nathalie scoffed softly. “Do you honestly expect me to believe that? If you never manipulated me, why did you refuse to tell me I saved the wrong person back then? Why did you hide the truth and watch me spiral out of my mind? Did you find it entertaining?”

The air shifted instantly. The grip on her hips tightened until it almost hurt. A dangerous shadow crossed Lance’s dark eyes.

His voice dropped to a low, lethal register. “When you rushed in to save someone that day, Nathalie… was it because you knew I was in danger? Or was it because of someone else?”

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