NovelEnglishChapter 849 In the days that followed, his world revolved solely around Nathalie. His own happiness didn't matter, as long as she found hers. But when she ended up with the wrong guy and he discovered she'd lost a kidney, his anger nearly drove him insane. He shut himself away in a dark room, working tirelessly day and night, determined to carve out a bright future for Nathalie.
Those years drained him completely.
He was left a shadow of his former self, ultimately falling victim to a harsh and early decline.
All the dreams he had for the future were crushed.
He wouldn't offer Nathalie a fleeting illusion of happiness.
He couldn't bear the thought of her gaining something only to lose it just as quickly. He was terrified she wouldn't be able to handle that kind of pain.
He never wanted her to shed a tear for him.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtAnd so, he chose to push her away with icy indifference. It was his way of protecting her.
His throat was tight with unspoken words, afraid that if he spoke, his emotions would spill over. So, he stayed silent.
Nathalie chatted away to herself at length, and when he didn't respond, she assumed he had drifted off and fell silent too.
She fetched a small blanket from the car, gently draping it over him. Then she lay beside him, eyes wide open, gazing into the endless dark sky.
Tticked slowly by.
Morris felt like his heart was being pricked by needles.
Around midnight, Nathalie started coughing.
Morris couldn't keep up the act anymore. He yanked the blanket off himself and wrapped it snugly around Nathalie.
"Let's head back. It's too cold here," he said softly, unable to speak harshly to her.
Nathalie held his gaze, her big, dark eyes sparkling with innocence. "I'll go back if you cwith me." Morris hesitated for a moment.
Then Nathalie's coughing intensified, as if her very heart and lungs were trying to escape her chest, and Morris's resolve crumbled.
"Alright. Let's go home." Nathalie beamed with joy as she got up, reaching out to help Morris to his feet. She carefully settled him into his wheelchair, then wheeled him to the car.
The car window slid down, and the ramp extended.
Morris paused, his heart aching.
She had been ready to welchim hall along, hadn't she? He suddenly remembered the day she had Scottie defend him in court. When his sentence was reduced from life to a set number of years, she was over the moon, like a child, shouting from afar, "Nathalie will always bring you home." She was always true to her word.
Even as a kid, she taught him that.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmThe Rolls-Royce glided smoothly down driver Street, and Nathalie, in the seat, kept glancing back a him. Nathan, catch ssleep. We'll be hsoon." Morris nodded, closing his eyes.
But as soon as she turned away, he opened them again.
Watching Nathalie's silhouette, though slender, it radiated a strength that he couldn't help but admire. "Why were you coughing?" he asked suddenly.
Nathalie turned back with a cheeky grin. "Oh, that? I just choked on my own spit. Morris: "..." He thought Nathalie had gotten a bit cheeky.
"No tricks, no trade," he sighed to himself.
Meanwhile, Nathalie drove on, her spirits high.
When they arrived at Stewart Estate, Nathalie parked right at the entrance.
She carefully helped Morris out, cheerfully saying, "Nathan, once you're here, this is your home. If you
need anything, just letknow, if I'm notaround, you can ask can ask Lizzyorm anyone else they'll take good care you."
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