The Unwavering Heart That Broke (Nathalie and Lance) novel Chapter 720

Lance’s Adam’s apple bobbed as he stood up.

Chapter 720

Chapter 720

He had assumed a repeat of their hospital showers was on the agenda, but he was dead wrong.

Nathalie took his hand and led him through the bathroom, guiding his fingers over every single item before tracing words into his palm.

[This is the shower dial.]

[Body wash.]

[Shampoo.]

[Towel.]

She painstakingly led him in circles around the bathroom until he was intimately familiar with the exact placement of everything he needed.

Lance’s throat felt like sandpaper. “Are you not going to help me?”

Nathalie traced her response against his skin. [Your wounds weren’t fully healed before, so I had to keep an eye on you.]

The implication was obvious: his wounds were practically sealed now, so what did he need help for?

Wasn’t that just asking for trouble?

What if things accidentally escalated again?

That would only make their already fragile dynamic ten times more awkward and complicated.

Seeing him stand there in mute disappointment, Nathalie released his hand and typed on her phone, [I’m showering in the guest room. I’m exhausted.]

Lance’s lips parted slightly. Only when her footsteps began to fade did he finally say, “I’ll wait for you to come back and apply my medicine.”

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“Mhm.”

When Nathalie returned, Lance was sitting on the edge of the bed in a plush bathrobe, his damp hair sticking up in messy tufts.

Water droplets rolled from his dark hair, trailing down his strikingly handsome face. He sat with his eyes closed and his spine slightly hunched, giving off the pathetic aura of an abandoned golden retriever left out in the rain. 1

He looked utterly pitiful.

Puzzled, Nathalie typed, [Why didn’t you dry your hair?}

“I couldn’t find the hairdryer,” Lance mumbled.

Nathalie pressed her lips together, walking over to yank open the drawer and pull out the hairdryer. Standing between his knees, she began drying his hair.

Amidst the mechanical hum, warm air slipped through her fingers, ruffling his dark strands.

The faint, intoxicating scent of her body wash drifted into his nose, stimulating his senses, making him severely addicted and greedy for

more.

He wrapped his arms around her waist, his muscles slightly tense, afraid to hold her too tightly.

Nathalie stiffened, her red lips pressing into a thin line.

His short hair dried quickly. She clicked off the hairdryer and tapped his arm, signaling him to let go.

Reluctantly, Lance loosened his grip.

After putting the hairdryer away, Nathalie grabbed the medical kit to dress his eyes.

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She carefully wound the white gauze around his head, concealing the upper half of his strikingly handsome features.

Securing the final piece of medical tape at the back of his head, she let out a quiet breath of relief.

She killed the lights and climbed into bed. They both lay on their

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