Reborn From Oblivion (Nellie and Cameron) novel Chapter 929

"Nathalie!" he shouted, giving her a gentle push.

Nathalie stared at him, dazed, her stubborn gaze finally crumbling under the weight of her unshed tears. Her eyes were red, and in a sudden burst of desperation, she bit down hard on her wrist.

With no antidote in sight, she chose the path of self-harm.

"Nathalie," Morris called out, struggling out of his wheelchair, stumbling as he rushed to her side, and they both ended up tumbling to the floor.

"Nathalie, you can't do this to yourself."

Through her tears, Nathalie warned, "Nathan, if you can't give me an answer, then just go all the way and break my heart."

She pushed him aside and slammed her head against the table leg, blood immediately oozing from her forehead.

"Nathalie, stop it."

"I won't let you hurt yourself."

Morris wrapped his arms around the frantic Nathalie, holding her tightly to keep her safe.

"Nathan, I can't take this anymore. Don't stop me."

"I'll help you," Morris promised, his eyes wet with emotion. "I can't hurt you, so how could I let you hurt yourself?"

"Nathalie, I'm here for you. But you need to listen closely..." He cradled her face in his hands. "I want you, not just to rescue you. I genuinely love you. Deeply."

He leaned in and kissed her softly.

"Nathalie, don't worry, I'll be gentle."

Nathalie felt like her mind was hit by a sledgehammer, rendering her unable to think.

"Nathan."

"Nathalie."

Outside, rain began to fall, unnoticed.

Thunder rumbled and the wind howled, cleansing the world of its superficial shine.

Inside, the atmosphere was charged with emotion.

Morris watched her silhouette fade, his gaze shadowed with deep thoughts.

He should be content, he mused. Last night's joy, though fleeting, etched a vivid mark on the canvas of his life.

He should have no regrets.

Morris lit a scent meant to induce temporary memory loss.

The next day.

Nathalie didn't wake until the afternoon, her head pounding.

All she remembered from the previous night was Dominick bringing her home. How she got to her room was a blur.

"Lizzy," she called out, suddenly remembering the drugging incident and feeling a wave of panic about how it had been countered.

"How did I end up back in my room last night?"

Lizzy rushed in. "Sister, after Dominick brought you back, you wouldn't let go of Mr. Morris. He had to carry you back to your room. You took a really long bath. By the time I checked on you, you'd dozed off in the tub. I got you into clean clothes and tucked you into bed."