Reborn From Oblivion (Nellie and Cameron) novel Chapter 585

The assistant shivered slightly, "Yes, I get it."

Downstairs.

Nathalie had been waiting ages before Miranda finally made an appearance. Miranda looked a bit guilty, trying to cover up with an excuse, "Greta’s not herself these days and she really depends on me. I couldn’t leave her, sorry for keeping you waiting."

Nathalie, unfazed, replied, "You're her mom. If you want to take care of her, just do it. No need to explain it to me."

With that, she slipped into the car.

The maid shot Miranda a scornful look and muttered, "Does she think our lady’s naive? That’s a weak excuse, and you actually said it out loud. It's not Greta who needs you; you just can't bear to leave her."

Miranda lowered her head, saying nothing more. The maid nudged her into the car.

“Ma’am, heading home?” the driver asked.

Nathalie replied, “To Maple Company.” She wasn’t sure why, but at that moment, she had an overwhelming urge to see Nathan.

It wasn't until she got to Maple Company and saw Nathan, who’d been stuck in meetings all morning, that her inexplicable anxiety began to ease.

“Nathalie, what brings you here?” Nathan, upon hearing she was there, hurried out of the meeting room to greet her.

Nathalie felt a bit sheepish, not quite sure how to express the jumbled fears swirling inside her. “I just missed you and wanted to drop by.”

Nathan beamed, “Well, hang tight for a bit. I'll take you to lunch once I wrap up this meeting.”

Nathalie nodded.

She expected a drawn-out meeting, but Nathan was back surprisingly quick.

Curious, Nathalie asked, “Meeting done already?”

Nathan shrugged, “The rest isn’t critical. Dominick’s handling it for me.”

Nathalie was taken aback—what could possibly matter more to Nathan than her?

Suddenly, she looped her arm through his, feeling a surge of reliance and trust in Nathan. She knew, come what may, Nathan would never harm her.

Even the closeness he yearned for, she hadn’t given him.

Since the first time she showed hesitation, he never pressured her again.

“Nathan.” Nathalie suddenly clasped his hand.

“From now on, I want to be your support too.”

Nathan just smiled, “Alright.” He rested his head on her shoulder, playfully pretending to be vulnerable, “Guess I’ll have to rely on you then.”

Nathalie smiled gently, “I'm all in.”

As they embraced, lost in their tender moment, Nathalie realized this was all she needed. Her doubts about the man in the wheelchair? Let them drift away like leaves on the breeze.

What did it matter to her?

She only needed Nathan.