When Her "Death" Couldn't Break Him (Cecilia and Nathaniel)

Chapter 12 Two Of A Kind

As Cecilia looked around, everything felt exceptionally unfamiliar. Once again, she had forgotten the way back.

She pulled out her mobile phone to use the GPS but struggled to recall the name of the place where she was staying.

Calvin had been following her at a distance, worried about her since Nathaniel had left. Seeing Cecilia standing alone, he couldn’t help but approach her.

“Cecilia.”

Startled, Cecilia instinctively thought that Nathaniel had returned. A glimmer of hope sparked in her eyes, but when she turned around, it was replaced by a sense of loss.

Calvin walked toward her. “Do you really not remember me?”

Cecilia gazed at him, struggling to place his face.

“I’m Fatso; have you forgotten?” Calvin prompted gently.

It was then that Cecilia remembered. When she was a child living in the countryside with Martha, she had a friend named Fatso. Calvin had been chubby and shorter than her back then, but now, he had grown into a tall, imposing figure with striking features.

“I remember now; you’ve changed so much that I hardly recognized you.”

Reuniting with an old friend in such a foreign place brought a faint smile to Cecilia’s face, though it was tinged with bitterness that didn’t escape Calvin’s notice.

“Come on, I’ll take you home,” Calvin offered.

After dropping Cecilia off, Calvin was surprised to discover that she was staying in a rundown motel. For someone from a prestigious family like the Rainsworth family, even after a divorce, she shouldn’t have been reduced to such a state.

Cecilia felt uneasy. “Sorry for the trouble,” she said softly. “I live here, but please don’t tell Martha. I’m afraid it would worry her.”

Calvin nodded, unsure of how to comfort her. It was late, and he couldn’t stay indefinitely. After promising to visit her the next day, he left.

As Calvin drove away, he didn’t notice the matte black Cadillac parked in the shadows beneath the building.

For Cecilia, it didn’t matter where she lived. After Calvin left, she felt the discomfort from the drinks she had earlier, her stomach churning and her head spinning.

echoed in her mind. “You look like a ghost! Who would even like

her face and the lipstick from her lips, her pale

that depression could lead to brain damage, causing memory loss and cognitive dysfunction. It could make a person dwell on unhappy thoughts, amplifying

Knock, knock!

echoed through the room. Cecilia thought Calvin had returned, so she got up to open the door. But the moment it swung open, her wrist was firmly grasped

tightly that it felt as though it

voice was harsh as he closed the door behind him and unceremoniously guided her to the

your next partner—no wonder you’re so willing to let go!” His words were like

Calvin with her had ignited a spark of

place in his heart, yet nothing

furious eyes, her own reddening at the

for three years while still harboring feelings for

that night, and his entire being exuded the scent of liquor. He gripped Cecilia’s chin, his eyes rimmed red as he murmured, “Who

time Cecilia had seen him like this,

eyes narrowed as he retorted sarcastically, “Are you worthy

Cecilia choked back tears.

her ear. “Did he have sex

had given up her job to follow the customs of the Rainsworth family. She had even turned down occasional invitations from friends.

moment, Cecilia felt an unexpected sense of relief. “What do

freeze as she struggled

the very last moment had passed

brighten. Nathaniel looked at the thin and frail Cecilia, then his gaze shifted to the glaring red stain on the bedsheet. He couldn’t quite describe the feeling in his

Smack!

Nathaniel across his handsome face. The slap shattered all

her hands over her ears, unable to make out what Nathaniel was saying, and

leave. Scenes from the night before filled his

he got into the car, he dialed his assistant, Mason. “Find out who the men in Cecilia’s life are,” he

Mason was somewhat bewildered.

revolved around Mr. Rainsworth. Did she even know any other

motel, after Nathaniel left, Cecilia