All Chapters of Lost Heiress: Mr Right Offers Me a Second Chance: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

MALCOLM I checked Natalie's phone. The calls had stopped coming but every now and then, it still buzzed with a text message or email notification. I clicked my tongue in irritation. People were always so concerned about others without caring that their own house was on fire. I tapped the airplane icon before slipping it back into my pocket. When I returned to the room, Natalie was attempting to sit up on bed. I rushed to her side and held her shoulders. "How do you feel now? What did the doctors say?" I asked. "I'm fine, Malcolm," she said quietly. She still sounded a little tired although some color had returned to her skin. "I asked to be discharged. I'm so sick of this place," she added. I thought it was too soon but I said nothing. She could receive extra care at home. "Is there pain anywhere? How's your ankle now? Do you think you can walk?" I pressed. She had a habit of hiding how she truly felt and I feared this was just an instance where she was pretending that she was

NATALIE My heart rate increased when the car crawled to a halt in front of our apartment complex and Malcolm leaned over me to help unfasten my seat belt. My breath caught in my throat and then I felt the familiar nervousness, the one that gripped my throat and refused to let go. Malcolm was sure, his face determined, certain he had this all under control but my mind was a field of chaos. I loathed my situation and I loathed the choicelessness that accompanied it. I pressed my face to the tinted window and exhaled slightly when I saw no reporters. At least, they had not found out where we lived. Malcolm got out of the car and just as I hoped my side of th door, he was standing there, his hands held out for me. "It's fine. I'll just—" Before I could finish my statement, he hoisted me into the air, bridal style and marched up the driveway to the building's front entrance. I buried my face in his chest in case anyone saw us and I felt like I could almost taste the heady scent of hi

NATALIE I flew out of bed when I heard the front door chime open. Malcolm was back. I felt a painful tug in my leg but I limped to the living room, my heart racing in my chest. I hadn't realized how lonely I felt in the house until this moment. I missed him and the realization hit me with surprising clarity. I stopped just as he stepped in after a woman in purple scrubs. Her hair was tied back in a tight bun and she had a huge, friendly smile on her face. "You must be Natalie," she said as she stepped towards me, a hand extended. I took her hand as my gaze flickered to Malcolm who had tossed his bag and was now hanging up his coat. "She's a caregiver," he said simply. I made a confused sound. He kept going the extra mile for me as if his sole purpose was to make me die of guilt. "I don't need a caregiver," I said through gritted teeth. The caregiver was still smiling at me and I felt terrible for doing this in front of her. Malcolm hardly spared me a glance as he spoke. "You

NATALIEI rolled my eyes when Malcolm walked around and opened my side of the door, holding an arm out for me.I should be used to his fussiness by now but I wasn't. This version of Malcolm was so far removed from the reality every one else knew that every now and then, I stared at him, my jaw dropping slightly and wondered if he had been swapped with a long lost twin I knew nothing about.He was gentle, too gentle. And he was attentive to the point of being dramatic. I thought about the stares we'd had to endure all day at the office and I felt a strange chilliness crawling down my spine. At least he wasn't scooping me up like a distressed bride anymore.I took his arm and let him lead me up to his front door. "You should rest for a while. I'll whip up something for dinner," he said when we got to my bedroom door.I shook my head quickly. He was doing too much and making me feel like a burden again. "You don't have to. I can order in pizza or something," I said too quickly, my words

MALCOLMI spent the last hour pacing the length of my room, my fingers raking through my hair in a frenzy.I was angry and it was an anger fueled even more by the bitter memory of that night. It was a memory I thought I had forgotten, locked away securely at the back of mind but Natalie had kicked open the door, forcing me to confront the grief yet again.It used to make me sad, now it just made me frustrated and angry, and perhaps a little regretful as well.My pacing intensified as I took the same repetitive ten steps to and from my window, reliving the moment I had received the call that night that my girlfriend, the one who had been missing for so long was finally seen. I wasn't even sure why I had gone there but I wasn't thinking then. I'd been so blinded by my undying love for her that it hadn't even occurred to me that things would take such a drastic turn.Someone had spotted her at a club, partying away with no cares whatsoever. But that hadn't been important to me at all. I'