Shattered Then Healed By His Love (by Haley Blanton) novel Chapter 8

Chapter 8 He Took Her Home

Natalie froze when her eyes met the man’s deep gaze.

Marcus? Why him?

The corners of his narrow eyes lifted ever so slightly, and under the dim light, his phoenix eyes were unreadable.

Natalie recalled the scene at The Collins residence just moments ago, and a tightness gripped her chest.

She didn’t know how to respond.

“From here, it’s at least an hour’s walk down,” Marcus said, his voice low and hoarse. “Don’t tell me you’re planning to hike all the way to the base?”

If she hadn’t run into him, that really had been her plan.

After all, Jackson wouldn’t come after her–much less drive her home.

“Thank you, Uncle Marcus.”

As soon as Natalie go

into the car, another wave of dizziness hit her.

She barely managed to grab the door handle in time to keep herself from collapsing. The pounding headache was unbearable.

“What did you just call me?”

As soon as she sat down, his deep voice sounded again.

Natalie turned to look at him, and when their eyes met, a wild idea sprang her mind.

Marcus had never married–and had never been caught in any kind of scandal.

If she wanted to climb her way up, her own strength alone wouldn’t be enough…

But just as that reckless thought emerged, the dizziness surged again, this time with alarming force.

The next second, her body slumped sideways, completely out of her control.

Marcus instinctively raised a hand to support her shoulder.

A faint scent of violets drifted into her nose.

It smelled so familiar–she’d definitely caught that scent somewhere before.

From the moment he first saw her, he’d had a strange sense of déjà vu.

But today was clearly their first meeting.

“Ms. Foster? Ms. Foster….

Looking down at the woman in his arms, Marcus couldn’t help furrowing his brows.

They were so close that even through his suit, he could feel her rising body temperature.

He reached out a long, elegant hand and placed it on her forehead.

Fever. A bad one.

After pulling his hand back, he grabbed his phone and called his assistant. “Have a doctor meet me at Sonata Bay.”

“Yes, Mr. Collins.”

Half an hour later, at Sonata Bay. James arrived with a family doctor and went straight upstairs.

Outside the master bedroom stood a tall figure.

James had assumed it was his boss who wasn’t feeling well. But once he stepped into the room, he saw that it was a woman.

Mr. Collins was known for being a bit of a clean freak. Aside from letting Fiona come in to tidy up, he never allowed anyone else inside the master bedroom–especially not a woman.

Standing to the side, James couldn’t help sizing up the woman in bed.

Who exactly was she?

After taking the medicine, Natalie’s condition started to improve. She woke up about thirty minutes later.

Blinking open her drowsy eyes, she stared blankly at the unfamiliar room.

The entire space was decorated in shades of black, white, and gray–even the blackout curtains were pitch black.

Scenes from before she passed out flashed through her mind.

She had gotten into Marcus’s car…

Could this be his house?

She threw off the covers and sat up, but her body still felt unbearably hot.

Forcing herself through the discomfort, she opened the door and stepped out.

“Miss, you’re awake?”

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