The Unwavering Heart That Broke novel Chapter 68

Let’s be honest, no guy working at this spa could even come close to the man standing in front of them.

Lance had these sharp features that looked like they’d been sculpted, and his eyes were dark and intense. His short hair was styled in a way that looked both messy and impossibly good, giving him this relaxed, bad-boy charm. He was tall, all long legs and effortless grace, carrying himself with a kind of chill confidence that made it impossible to look away. Seriously, the man was unfairly good-looking.

Damaris shot Nathalie a look and whispered, "Yeah, nobody here can touch that."

Nathalie eyed him warily. "Are you following me now?"

“Come on, Nathalie, don’t be like that,” he protested, trying to play it cool.

That’s when Bagot came trailing in behind Lance, grinning like he was in on some inside joke. “Saw you come in, so I gave Lance a heads-up. You two are so close, like, super couple status. No way anyone else should be giving you a foot massage. Lance is the best, right Lance?”

He bumped Lance's arm with his elbow.

Damaris just raised an eyebrow, amused. “You? Give a foot massage? You’re kidding, right?”

Bagot stared back. Why was she always around?

Suddenly, Bagot grinned and made his move, grabbing her ankle before she could react. “Oh, you’d be surprised. It’s not just Lance who knows his stuff. Let me show you how it’s done. Tonight you’re about to have your mind changed.”

“Hey, what are you doing? Let me go!” Damaris squealed, but Bagot had already dunked her foot into the steaming water.

He kept her in place, ignoring her struggle, and flashed a cheeky grin. “Relax. Feels good, right? Temperature’s perfect. You’re lucky, honestly. I’ve never given anyone a foot massage before. You’re the first.”

Damaris glared, thinking about kicking him, but he had her locked down so she gave up. He didn’t miss a beat, moving around behind her to start working her shoulders. “So, how’s my pressure? Pretty good, huh, beautiful?”

Damaris just shook her head. There were no words.

He just let out a soft laugh. “That doesn’t matter. You’re my wife. I don’t want any other man touching you, alright?”

All the warmth drained from Nathalie’s face. She met his eyes, cold and unflinching. “Aren’t you tired? Going back and forth between me and Felice? If you can’t let her go, why not just stay with her?”

She barely finished speaking before he pressed down a spot on her calf that made her wince. The jolt of pain had her sucking in a sharp breath.

“Lance, let go!”

“So you do feel something.” He gentled his touch, massaging out the sting, his eyes darker than before. “Every time you say something like that, it hurts me just as much.”

Nathalie rolled her eyes. “Give me a break. Do you even believe your own excuses? You say one thing, then turn around and do something completely different.”

Lance lowered his gaze as he reached for a towel, drying off her foot. His voice was slow, mild. “I’ll try to see Jasper less. I know he’s Jackson’s son, and I can’t just walk away from that… but from now on, if I go, I want you with me. Is that good enough?”