The Unwavering Heart That Broke (Nathalie and Lance) novel Chapter 448

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his phrasing, Lance raised an eyebrow. “As soon as possible.”

t, he hung up the phone.

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ce glared at his screen, his face twisted in fimm frustration. He was convinced Lance had just played him, butbut he had zero proof.

d outside the same nightclub from thet behether night, watching the stream of people flowing in and outouts is striking blue eyes ously scanned every girl, desperately ely searching for the one who de his heart race and his adrenalineise spike.

ght had been intoxicating. He coulduldn’t stop thinking about it, and me the memory surfaced, it left eftim painfully frustrated.

never engaged in anything likeikethat before. He always found it atching people throw wild parparties with three or even a dozen made him want to vomit.mit.

t woman had told himmyotyou can’t just hurt girls carelessly. If you tally hurt a girl, you mustust take responsibility for her.

‘t hurt a girl. That girlchachad hurt him. But then she ran away, to take responsibility!ity!

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ce was furious. His sa strikingly handsome face was frozen in an icy all, imposing, with prepiercing blue eyes, he stood out like a sore

pt approaching hinhim to flirt, but he chased every single one away disguised irritatitation.

d there until 5:05:00 AM before finally heading back to his hotel in sappointmement.

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When Nathalie woke up, she realized she was lying on the sofa. Startled, she turned her head and saw Lance sitting in a chair by the hospital bed, casually scrolling through his phone.

She sat up, a frown on her face. “Did you stay awake all night?”

Lance looked over, a soft, teasing glint in his dark eyes. “Are you worried about me, Nathalie?”

Nathalie was speechless.

Talking to him was always a waste of breath.

She walked into the bathroom to wash up. When she came back out, she carried a basin of warm water with a towel draped over the edge. Carefully, she wiped her grandmother’s face and hands.

The old woman was still trapped in her coma, her complexion pale and sickly. Watching her, Nathalie felt an agonizing squeeze in her chest.

When the doctor came in for rounds, his expression was heavy. Breaking down the poison’s composition took time, and even though specialists had been called in for a consultation, the results wouldn’t be ready immediately.

Standing off to the side, Nathalie’s eyes brimmed with overwhelming anxiety.

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Once the medical team left, she turned to Lance. “When are we going to hear anything about Felice?”

“I’m not sure,” Lance replied deeply.

Nathalie’s face drained of color.

Just then, his phone rang. He pulled it out, glanced at the screen, and

nswered. “Speak.”

oment later, he looked at Nathalie, his handsome features pulling into nous frown. “We have a lead.”

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