The Unwavering Heart That Broke (Nathalie and Lance) novel Chapter 778

Chapter 778

“What are you doing?”

Damaris gasped in shock. She couldn’t believe he was losing his mind again. Was he entirely incapable of acting like a normal human being?

Lawrence flashed her a wide grin. A ravenous fire blazed in his blue eyes-a look Damaris was intimately familiar with. “Baby, I have to fly out in three hours. We’re on a tight schedule, so we’d better make every minute count.”

Damaris froze. He was leaving again?

That was incredible news!

Whenever he left on business, it was usually for at least a week. That meant she was guaranteed a week of absolute peace.

She immediately stopped thrashing, allowing him to carry her up to the master bedroom without a fight.

Lawrence was operating on pure desperation. The mere thought of being separated from her triggered a violent anxiety in him, and he needed to completely devour her to steady his nerves.

He slammed her back against the heavy mahogany door, capturing her mouth in a searing, breathless kiss, only moving to trail fire down her neck once she was completely winded.

Damaris tilted her head back. Her eyes were glazed over from the overwhelming sensory assault, her chest heaving with chaotic breaths She squeezed her eyes shut, resigning herself to whatever he needed to do.

Just endure it. If she could just survive these three hours, she’d be free.

Later, tangled in the heavy silk sheets, Lawrence mumbled against her earlobe, his breath ragged. “Baby, I’ll bring you back a present. What do

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you want?”

She almost blurted out, “I want to go home,” but swallowed the words instantly. He would never agree to it. Whatever present’ he meant, it was just some materialistic garbage meant to placate a woman.

Right now, she just needed to play along to make her days a little easier while she secretly plotted her escape.

Her breathing was still completely shattered. “A… gaming console.”

It took her three tries just to force the words qut, a testament to how ruthless he was being.

“Deal,” Lawrence agreed happily. The fact that she hadn’t said something to ruin the mood thrilled him, driving him to claim her with even more ravenous intensity.

By the time it was over, Damaris had completely blacked out from utter exhaustion. Lawrence pressed a lingering, tender kiss to her forehead, his blue eyes swirling with complex emotion.

His poor, beautiful baby. Broken so completely by him. He swore he would rush back to her as quickly as possible.

Just so he could break her all over again.

When Damaris finally regained consciousness, it was early the next morning. Her skin was clean, evidently bathed while she was asleep, but her muscles ached so intensely she could barely stand.

She spent a solid ten minutes screaming every profanity she could think of at the ceiling, yet the massive bedroom remained completely silent. Falling back against the pillows, an endless, suffocating wave of isolation swallowed her whole.

Then, she remembered Mimi waiting in the playroom downstairs. A spark of light returned to her eyes. Forcing herself up, she quickly washed her

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face and dragged her aching body down to the ground floor.

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