The Unwavering Heart That Broke novel Chapter 84

Lance’s eyes stayed locked on her, deep and unreadable. He took her bag without asking, just scooped it up like it was the most natural thing, then laced his fingers through hers and headed for the door.

Nathalie’s face was pure ice, lips pressed tight. She tried to pull her hand away, but Lance only tightened his grip, making it clear he wasn’t letting go.

He kept hold of her all the way to the car. Only when they were both inside, doors closed, did he finally ease up.

“Are you moving back to Lumina Grand anytime soon?” Lance asked, starting the engine.

Nathalie stared out the window, her voice distant. “I’m happy where I am. I don’t need to move.”

Lance nodded, no emotion in his face. “Alright. Then I’ll just move in with you.”

Nathalie whipped her head around, glaring at him. “Absolutely not.”

He glanced her way. “Why not? We’re married. Couples who live apart don’t exactly have the best marriages.”

Nathalie almost laughed. Was he serious? Yesterday he couldn’t even be bothered to slow down when she tried to flag him in the rain. Now he was talking about improving their marriage.

She couldn’t hide the biting sarcasm in her eyes. It was almost painful to look at, so Lance turned his attention back to the road, his voice even lower and colder. “Nathalie, we’re not getting divorced anymore. That means we should at least try to go back to how things were.”

Nathalie didn’t hesitate. “That’s impossible.”

Lance’s brow knit together, something dark flashing across his face.

Why not? Why agree to end the divorce if she didn’t want to try? Wasn’t that what she wanted? For them to have a life together?

His knuckles whitened on the steering wheel. The car felt chilly and tense, the silence growing heavy.

Nathalie broke it first. “Pull over. I’m getting out.”

Lance hit the brakes, stopping at the curb, but kept the doors locked. He turned to her, voice tight. “Do you really have to keep fighting me?”

She actually believed he would do that. After all these years, she really thought that about him.

She’d been pushing him away, giving him the cold shoulder, trying everything to cut ties.

His voice was rough, almost shaking. “You make me want to strangle you.”

Nathalie went tense under his hands, meeting fire with fire. She glared, her voice laced with scorn. “Why are you getting so worked up? Because I’m stopping you and Felice from—”

Before she could finish, he kissed her, hard, cutting her off.

He didn’t want to hear anything else. He couldn’t stand it.

This was the only way to make her stop talking, the only way to remind her that she was his.

She struggled under him, making a sound of protest, but Lance pinned her down, one hand tangled in her hair, the other sliding beneath her clothes.