Reborn From Oblivion by Christia Muray

Chapter 584 The Capital was a tough place, no doubt about it. A woman, with a no-nonsense look, snapped at the bodyguards, "Why are you just standing there? Grab her. I'll deal with her when I have time. She needs to spill the beans on why she's getting close to me."

With a swift move, the bodyguards pinned Nathalie down. She was frail, and a cry of pain escaped her lips.

The man in the wheelchair seemed to twitch a bit. He looked up suddenly. Even though his eyes were hidden behind dark shades, there was something about him that was undeniably intimidating. Nathalie immediately stopped resisting.

To her surprise, the bodyguards let her go, as if on cue.

The man cleared his throat, his voice was deep and magnetic, "Let her go.

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Even though the voice was new to her, it oddly felt familiar, almost comforting.

Nathalie leaned in slightly, trying to catch a glimpse of his face through the dark lenses.

The man lifted his head, meeting her eyes directly.

Nathalie, feeling a bit shy, stepped back.

His lips curled into a teasing smile, "Do you think I'm handsome?"

He seemed genuinely amused.

shook her

not

you are handsome. But that's not it. There's something about you that

paused before saying,

his assistant,

leaving Nathalie standing there,

musing, "Where have I seen him

headed back to Greta's hospital room, her mind swirling with questions. Greta

savoring the meal Miranda had

lingered on Greta's lips, and Miranda

Witnessing this tender moment,

couldn't quite place. The maid tugged at

We should head

en

nodded and

caught up. So, she sat

by the large window.

landing on the wooden bench. Whatever he saw seemed to clear the clouds from his face, leaving him looking remarkably