The Unwavering Heart That Broke (Nathalie and Lance) novel Chapter 641

The bodyguard was losing confidence under her steady gaze. "I-It's true," he stammered.

Nathalie raised an eyebrow and turned toward Lance's hospital room. She wanted to see exactly what his supposed sleepwalking looked like.

She pushed the door open to see Lance curled up on the bed, holding his head and muttering something. He looked completely out of sorts.

Instead of rushing over to him, Nathalie calmly took out her phone and started recording.

The bodyguard's eyes widened in shock.

Wait, was this right?

Shouldn't Mrs. Adams be rushing to comfort Mr. Adams seeing him in such pain? And then stay with him out of worry?

Why wasn't she following the script?

"Ahem." The bodyguard coughed loudly, bracing himself. "Mrs. Adams, why are you recording?"

He felt like his life was over just asking that. Being a bodyguard was far too difficult. Mrs. Adams couldn't speak, Mr. Adams couldn't see. If he didn't say anything, Mr. Adams would keep acting... It would be so awkward if Mrs. Adams recorded the whole thing.

Nathalie turned to him, blinked, and a small smile touched her lips.

The bodyguard felt a chill run down his spine.

On the bed, Lance was still holding his head, curled up with his back to the door, looking incredibly fragile. He kept it up for over two minutes while Nathalie recorded.

She silently praised his acting skills. He was really committed to the bit.

She put away her phone, walked to the bed, pulled up a chair, and started typing.

The robotic female voice quickly echoed in the quiet room. "Lance, is playing this game fun for you?"

When his hand finally touched her shoulder, his fingertips trembled.

A bitter smile touched his lips, his voice low. "Nathalie, I can't find you anymore. As long as you want to, you can disappear from my world at any time."

No matter how much he hated to admit it, panic overwhelmed him when he couldn't touch or sense her. It felt as if a pair of invisible hands were ripping his heart apart.

She had always wanted a divorce, always wanted to leave him. And now was the perfect opportunity.

She would still leave, wouldn't she?

And this time, it seemed he had no way to keep her.

His fingertips rested on her shoulder, then slowly slipped away as he pulled his hand back.