Reborn From Oblivion (Nellie and Cameron) novel Chapter 989

He must’ve only grabbed a few hours of restless sleep. Sometime in the dead of night, his phone buzzed, snapping him wide awake. He rubbed his eyes and squinted at the screen. Nathalie’s profile picture glowed, and a message popped up: “Not good.”

Morris’s stomach dropped. “What’s wrong?”

He watched the little typing dots blink on and off, but nothing else came through. It was strange—Nathalie was always so open, never one to beat around the bush. When did she become so hesitant, so distant? When did things between them get so awkward?

Trying to break through, Morris typed, “I heard you went to see Almos for hypnosis?”

“Yeah.”

“How did it go?”

“Not good.” Just thinking about that session made Nathalie shudder. Waking up from it felt like waking from a nightmare—one where the person she loved most would soon be gone.

“What happened?” Morris asked quietly.

Again, the typing bubble flickered, but nothing arrived. The silence made his heart sink even further.

They used to talk about everything. Now, conversation felt like walking on eggshells. Morris couldn’t help but think it all started with that hypnosis.

“Where are you?” he asked, treading carefully.

“Out of the country.”

“What are you doing so far from home?”

More silence.

Morris’s chest tightened. “Nathalie, you’ve changed. You barely talk to me anymore.”

Even from thousands of miles away, Nathalie could almost feel the hurt in his words. She wanted to comfort him, but she was drowning in her own heartache—she barely had the strength to hold herself together, let alone help someone else.

All she could manage was a clumsy reassurance: “Nathan, I don’t mean to…”

“What happened?” he asked.

She couldn’t answer.

“Nathan, please don’t ask.”

He bit back his curiosity. He had no choice—the pain in his chest was growing unbearable.

“Nathalie, I have to hang up,” he said, voice barely above a whisper.

The weakness in his tone made Nathalie’s heart race with worry.

She booked the earliest flight home. The very day she landed, news broke that the Easton Heights boss was meeting with clients.

So before she could even catch her breath, Dominick and Ford whisked her straight to the club—for a face-to-face with their biggest client.