The Unwavering Heart That Broke (Nathalie and Lance) novel Chapter 520

They were standing inches apart, but the air between them felt suffocatingly heavy.

Lance slowly lowered the drawing. Nathalie's absolute, icy indifference felt like a bucket of freezing water to his chest.

It was always like this.

Every time he allowed himself to foolishly hope that the ice between them was thawing, she would mercilessly shatter the illusion, forcing him to face the bitter reality.

The fragile peace they shared right now was nothing more than a calculated transaction.

There was no warmth left in their marriage.

She was only staying by his side because she needed his power and his resources to survive.

In that moment, an overwhelming, selfish urge gripped him.

What if he just... stopped investigating?

What if he wrapped her in a web of lies to keep her terrified, to ensure she never felt safe enough to leave him?

But the twisted thought died as quickly as it surfaced. Sylvie Winter was a very real, very lethal threat.

Even if Lawrence disappeared, and even if Fabian's death became public, this shadow organization would just send someone else to kill her.

Until the root of the problem was entirely eradicated, Nathalie would never be safe.

Lance let out a slow, heavy exhale. "You don't have to constantly remind me."

Nathalie turned on her heel, heading straight for the door.

She had barely made it halfway across the room when his flat, uncompromising voice stopped her.

"You're sleeping in here tonight."

Nathalie froze, looking back at him over her shoulder.

Lance met her gaze steadily. "That was part of the deal, wasn't it?"

Nathalie remained entirely silent.

She broke eye contact and walked out of the room without a word.

At the very least, tonight wasn't a total failure. She had a name—Sylvie Winter. The person who wanted her dead.

After taking a long, scalding shower to scrub away the exhaustion, she pushed open the door to Lance's bedroom.

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