The Unwavering Heart That Broke (Nathalie and Lance) novel Chapter 600

Nathalie ripped her hand out of his grip, her eyes red rimmed. "There's no point in saying that. Lance, our arrangement is strictly transactional. We both get what we need, nothing more. Don't push it. No matter what you do, we can never go back to how we were."

She turned away and continued walking down the street.

As she turned, a single tear slipped down her cheek.

Lance stared at his empty palm, feeling as though his heart had been hollowed out.

He followed her footsteps in silence, not daring to say another word, simply shadowing her all the way back to the inn.

When she unlocked her door, she turned to face him one last time. "This month's quota is used up. We're not sharing a room. Go get your own."

Before he could even process the words, she slammed the door in his face.

Lance stood frozen.

Her attitude was freezing cold. She truly viewed their current relationship as nothing more than a transaction.

But they weren't divorced yet.

They were still husband and wife.

In his eyes, none of this was a transaction. Everything he did was what a husband—a man deeply in love with her—was supposed to do.

As for that ridiculous 'ten times a month' rule, it was just an excuse he had invented so she would feel comfortable accepting his help.

If he didn't pretend to want something in return, her pride would never let her accept his protection.

Staring at the wooden door, Lance turned and leaned heavily against the wall. He tilted his head back. A few seconds later, a violent fit of coughing wracked his body, and he spat out a mouthful of blood.

He pressed a hand hard against his chest, the agonizing, sharp pain radiating through his ribs.

He booked the room right next to hers. A few minutes later, a knock sounded at the door. He opened it to find Nicol standing there, holding a first-aid kit.

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