Reborn From Oblivion (Nellie and Cameron) novel Chapter 333

With her cheeks flushed and eyes sparkling, the nurse gushed, "Wow, so you're actually a genius with a degree! I'm so impressed!"

Nathan turned, his gaze cool and commanding. "Could you give us a moment?" he asked in a tone that was more of a directive than a request.

Blushing even harder, the nurse quickly left the room.

Nathan then turned to Nathalie, a hint of frustration in his voice. "First, you tell me to give Ashley a shot, and then you're pushing the nurse to make a move on me. Have you ever stopped to ask what woman I actually want?"

Nathalie suddenly felt as if she'd been jolted awake. She had once chosen a man she adored, only to suffer through his cold indifference. Now, she just wanted Nathan to find someone who would love him fiercely, but she hadn't considered whether Nathan would love such a girl back.

Feeling a bit sheepish, she admitted, "I thought a girl like Ashley was every guy's dream."

Nathan shook his head. "Sure, her wealth, beauty, and talent match well with mine. But Nathalie, I have all those things, and they don't really matter to me."

Curious, Nathalie asked, "Then what do you want? You're not telling me you want someone broke, unattractive, and uneducated, are you?"

Nathan looked directly into her eyes.

Nathalie, with her slightly rounded cheeks, eyes as lively as polished gems, and flawless skin, looked younger than her years. She was a timeless beauty.

Even with the wisdom of two lifetimes, her eyes held pure clarity. She wasn't naive but had a unique charm that set her apart.

Nathan spoke earnestly, "I would like a girl with a strong moral compass, a brave heart, and a compassionate soul. Most importantly, someone who’s really, really good to me."

Nathalie let out a deep breath. "Nathan, I'm sorry."

Unconsciously, Cameron sped up, and soon they arrived home.

"Nathalie!" Cameron called out as he climbed the stairs.

Silence greeted him.

Cameron and Greta exchanged nervous glances, anxiety clear on their faces. They hurried to Nathalie's room on the second floor.

When they opened the door, they found it empty. On the floor lay a pocket knife that certainly didn't belong to anyone in the Brown family. The ropes had been sliced cleanly by the sharp blade.

Puzzled, Greta said, "Did someone rescue her? She doesn't have any family in this city. Who would care enough to help her?"