Shattered Then Healed By His Love (by Haley Blanton) novel Chapter 27

Chapter 27 No More Misunderstandings.

Natalie gave a quiet nod and finally pulled out the chair across from him.

This was, without a doubt, the most nerve–racking breakfast she had ever had.

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It wasn’t because of the man sitting across from her–though his presence was indeed intense –but because they had spent the night in the same room. And to this moment, she still hadn’t given him a proper explanation.

The awkward tension hung over them like a curtain, stifling and thick. Like a fishbone stuck in her throat–it wouldn’t go up or down, and it was slowly choking her.

They ate in silence the entire time.

Only after she’d finished and stood to leave did the man finally speak.

“Want me to drive you?”

The incident last night still weighed on her. This was the perfect chance to explain everything -before things became any more complicated.

She nodded without hesitation. “Thank you, Mr. Marcus.”

“Mm.”

He glanced at her coolly, then strode toward the front door.

Marcus hadn’t brought his driver the night before, so he had to drive himself to the company today.

Natalie reached for the back door of the car, but just as she opened it, she heard his voice from the driver’s seat.

“Sit

up

front.”

Her hand froze on the door handle.

She looked at him in disbelief, his sharp profile unreadable.

Other than his usual indifference, he showed no visible reaction.

Still, she closed the back door and got into the front passenger seat.

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As the car made its way down the winding road, Natalie stared out the window. Her hands fidgeted slightly in her lap.

Then she took a deep breath and blurted out, “Mr. Marcus, yesterday I accidentally dropped my hair tie onto your balcony. I climbed over just to retrieve it. But once I got there, I was too tired to climb back…”

Marcus’s fingers tightened slightly around the steering wheel.

His lips curved into a faint, cool smirk. “So you decided to sleep in my room?”

“I didn’t know it was yours,” Natalie said quickly, waving a hand in defense. “I thought it was just a guest room. The row of rooms behind yours are all guest rooms. That’s why I stayed.”

He glanced sideways at her, his tone casual. “You’re bolder than you look.”

Their eyes met for a moment. She saw a flicker of amusement beneath his usually unreadable

gaze.

“If I’d known it was your room, I never would’ve…” she began, but he cut her off.

“If you can’t hold your liquor, don’t drink. You should be thankful the person you shared a room with last night was me.”

The implication was clear–if it had been Jackson or any other man, she might not have been so lucky.

Natalie’s lips twitched into a half–smile, though there was bitterness behind it.

“Jackson and I haven’t really been husband and wife for a long time. Even if we did share a room, he wouldn’t have done anything.”

“You only think that because you don’t understand men.”

Her body tensed at his words.

When she looked over, the cold edge in his eyes made her shiver.

She didn’t argue. Just smiled faintly and lowered her gaze.

She might not know all men–but she knew Jackson well enough.

His heart had always belonged to someone else. There was never any room for her. If there had been, they never would’ve reached this point.

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