The Unwavering Heart That Broke (Nathalie and Lance) novel Chapter 583

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"Why is she coming all of a sudden?"

Lawrence scoffed. "Why do you think? The person she wants dead is still breathing. She's lost her patience. She wants to finish the job herself."

Before Lance could say another word, Lawrence hung up.

It was just a transaction. They were both getting what they wanted.

He had no obligation to explain anything further to Lance.

Whether Nathalie survived or not was entirely up to her own luck.

Slipping his phone away, he pushed open his study door. A feverish, excited gleam danced in his striking blue eyes as he made his way down the hall and opened the door to a sprawling, exquisitely decorated master bedroom.

Heavy velvet curtains, embroidered with intricate gold patterns, hung from the ceiling. Silk tassels cascaded down, adding an air of oppressive luxury to the space.

A massive crystal chandelier bathed the room in bright, blinding light. An opulent king-sized bed dominated the center, its headboard carved with elaborate, dizzying floral motifs.

A premium silk quilt draped over the girl lying there. Her slender arm rested outside the covers, her luminous skin marred by faint, mottled red marks.

Her eyes were closed, her brows knitted together in a troubled, restless sleep.

"My baby."

Lawrence walked over, leaning down to press a dangerously obsessive kiss to her lips. "What were you dreaming about? Why are you tossing and turning? Tell me, alright?"

He murmured against her mouth, his tongue parting her lips. He invaded her senses, deepening the kiss until it was suffocating, claiming every inch of her mouth with a fierce, possessive hunger.