Chapter 329
Greta felt her world crumble when Cameron said he was giving up on her, her face turning ghostly pale. Tears brimmed in her eyes as she pleaded, “Cameron, are you really leaving me? How can I possibly go on without you?” Her tear–streaked face was so heartbreaking that Cameron was left speechless.
Overwhelmed by a storm of emotions, he suddenly coughed up blood and collapsed.
“Cameron!” Greta cried out, stumbling as she rushed to his side. Meanwhile, Kristina was clearly hurt and disillusioned by Cameron. She only paused briefly before resolutely walking away without a backward glance.
It took both Greta and Miranda to struggle and haul Cameron back to his room. That night was destined to be one filled with anxiety
and unrest.
Nathalie was tied to a chair and couldn’t see the chaos outside, but Greta’s desperate cries were enough to clue her in on the unfolding disaster. Their troubles gave her a twisted satisfaction.
Sell, she couldn’t shake off the worry for her own safety. If something dire happened to Greta, Cameron wouldn’t spare her. It had been the same in the past – any problem Greta faced, Cameron would vent his wrath on her.
Nathalie knew she had to escape, but the ropes were tied so tightly they left deep, purplish marks on her arms – a painful testament to her captivity.
She was exhausted and eventually drifted into a restless sleep, only to wake up with a gnawing hunger that left her dizzy and weak. She called out, but the house echoed with silence no one was there.
–
Were they all gone?
Despair settled over Nathalie as the hours ticked by, worsening her hunger. She had no idea how long she’d gone without food, only that day turned to night and back again, leaving her starving for two days straight.
Was she about to starve to death here? Cameron was such a jerk. Was he really going to let her die like this?
With every passing moment, her hatred for Cameron deepened.
Just as her vision blurred and her mind began to fade, she heard a loud bang as someone kicked the door downstairs. A flurry of footsteps thundered up the stairs.
“Nathalie.” A familiar voice grew louder, closer.
Nathalie fought to open her eyes, but the overwhelming weakness from low blood sugar was too much, and her eyelids fluttered shut again.
In her final moments of consciousness, she vaguely saw a figure rushing in and felt herself being lifted into a strong embrace.
“Nathalie…”
Who could say her name with such tenderness?
She thought it was a hallucination. But then, she felt a warm kiss pressed against her forehead, filled with a deep, restrained longing. Her remaining sliver of awareness told her that the person holding her had a fierce protectiveness over her. She was both shocked and scared.
Who would want to kiss someone as broken as her? It must have been a figment of her starved imagination, desperately craving love.
Nathalie slipped into unconsciousness.
When she finally came to, she found herself in a hospital with an IV drip in her hand, slowly reviving her strength. The room was spacious and luxurious, far beyond anything she had ever experienced.
A nurse was swapping out her IV bag, and Nathalie seized the moment to ask, “Who brought me here?”
The nurse, looking a bit envious, replied, “Your boyfriend brought you in. He’s incredibly handsome and seems to care about you a lot. He was so worried when you passed out.”
