Shattered Then Healed By His Love (by Haley Blanton) novel Chapter 144

Chapter 144 What Even Are We

The moment Natalie caught the icy gleam in his eyes, her throat tightened on instinct. He was angry; it was the first time she had ever seen him look this serious.

“I-”

She didn’t get the chance to finish before Marcus‘ mouth crashed onto hers.

Her heart slammed against her ribs, climbing into her throat.

Her hands, braced on either side of her, slipped and hit the piano keys by accident, the sudden burst of sound making her flinch.

She pushed against his chest, trying to put distance between them, but Marcus caught her wrists, holding her in place, refusing to give her even the slightest room to escape.

The piano filled the room with broken, jarring chords—like the chaotic mess of her heart, impossible to put into words.

His ragged breaths brushed against her ear, making her pulse race out of control.

It took only a minute for her resistance to falter, for her to surrender to the moment.

When Marcus‘ lips trailed down to her pale neck, Natalie’s mind snapped back to clarity. What am I doing?

Her hand clamped around his as it slid toward the hem of her dress.

Meeting his heated gaze with her own shaken one, she whispered, “Mr. Collins, what are we, exactly? What am I to you?”

“I told you before–if you want, you can be by my side anytime.” His eyes burned with desire. “I can give you everything you’ve ever wanted.”

And maybe, for a split second, Natalie’s heart wavered, just a little. But reality crashed down like cold water. She wasn’t even divorced yet; she was still mired in a mess of her own making. How could I drag him into this mess. And besides, his heart belonged to someone else.

She could be foolish once, but never again.

“What I want, you can’t give me.”

Her voice trembled as she shook her head and shoved him away.

Marcus looked ready to speak when a small, cheerful voice floated up from the first floor. “Ms. Foster, we’re back!”

Natalie smoothed out her dress, forcing her voice to stay calm. “Lily’s home. Why don’t you go down and see her? Isn’t that why you came?”

“Natalie.” His brows drew together, shadows darkening his gaze. “Are you really that oblivious, or are you just pretending not to understand?”

Her hands, resting at her sides, curled into fists.

Of course, she understood, she just didn’t want to believe it.

“I really don’t understand.”

Her legs felt like they’d been drained of strength, a strange wave of resistance washing over her for the first time. Am I really caught in his sights now? But why? For my body?

He already has someone he cares about. So why get close to me like this?

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