The Unwavering Heart That Broke (Nathalie and Lance) novel Chapter 739

Chapter 739

Chapter 739

Freddy offered a polished, genial smile and gave a slight nod. “Of course.”

Aaron didn’t say another word. He turned on his heel and walked back toward the property.

Left alone by his car, Freddy slowly turned his gaze back to the brightly lit villa. The smile or his lips deepened, losing all its warmth.

*Could he not be the one to give her that happiness?*

Nathalie bolted straight for the master bedroom. Throwing open the door, she found Lance curled into a tight ball on the bed, his hands violently pressing into his temples as if he were in sheer, unrelenting agony.

She rushed over to the edge of the mattress and gently placed a hand on his shoulder.

“Nathalie…”

His voice was a raw, gravelly rasp. In a split second, he rolled over and wrapped his arms securely around her.

Nathalie stiffened, glancing down at the man clinging to her.

He looked utterly dependent on her. His strong arms locked around her waist, he buried his face flush against her stomach, his erratic breaths seeping straight through the fabric of her

shirt.

She hadn’t even had a second to change out of her outside/clothes before he had zeroed in

on her.

Pulling her phone from her pocket, she quickly typed out a question. “Are your eyes hurting again? Did you have Ellie check on them?”

“Dr. Lane said it’s phantom nerve pain,” Lance murmured hoarsely against her stomach. “There’s no immediate cure for it. I just have to wait for the flare-up to pass.”

Nathalie’s delicate brows pinched together. Her lips pressed into a tight line as she typed again. “Did you at least take painkillers?”

“I did,” he replied miserably. “But you remember how it was at the hospital. Painkillers don’t work on me anymore.”

“Then what are we supposed to do?”

The mechanical voice of her text-to-speech app somehow managed to convey absolute helplessness. As the robotic words faded, the bedroom sank into total silence.

Slowly, agonizingly, Lance forced himself to loosen his grip on her. “Did I interrupt something

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Chapter 739

important? Go ahead and finish whatever you were doing. I’ll be fine. I just… need to endu

it.’

He let out a few heavy, ragged pants, playing the role of a man pushed to the absolute bri

f his pain tolerance.

athalie’s eyes swam with conflicting emotions. She typed a brief message. I’m just goir o change my clothes.”

With that, she turned and stepped away from the bed.

Lance lay perfectly still, his ears straining to track her every movement, mapping out exac what she was doing in mind.

The walk-in closet

tached directly to the bedroom. He could hear the faint rustle of fabric sliding over the soft *snick* of hangers, the gentle thud of the cabinet doors

clicking shut.

Her footste

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pached again, then drifted toward the en-suite bathroom. The sound of bed briefly before shutting off.

st his sight, his hearing had become razor-sharp. And when it came to

as practically hyper-aware. He could track her breathing, her shifting weight, fect picture of her actions in the dark.

ater, the soft padding of her footsteps returned. Even on the thick,

sorbing rug, he knew exactly where she was.

ttress dipped as she sat back down on the edge of the bed. The familiar tap-tap of

one keys was followed by the robotic voice. “What can I do to distract you? To make it less?”

re you sure I’m not keeping you from your plans?” Lance asked, his voice rough with Amanufactured guilt.

Nathalie typed her response. “My plans are already finished.”

“Good.”

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