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.

“You look like a ghost! Who would even like a woman

from her lips, her pale

Cecilia had sought information about the condition. She knew that depression could lead to brain damage, causing memory loss and cognitive dysfunction.

Knock, knock!

returned, so she got up to open the door. But the moment it swung open,

wrist so tightly that it felt

You’ve truly taken me by surprise!” Nathaniel’s voice was harsh as he closed the door behind him and unceremoniously guided her to the nearby

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

with her had ignited a spark of jealousy

place in

eyes, her own reddening at the corners. “We’re just two of

had treated her with indifference for three years while still harboring

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

had seen him like this,

eyes narrowed as he retorted sarcastically,

Cecilia choked back tears.

closer, persisting with his questions by her ear. “Did

to follow the customs of the

an unexpected sense

Cecilia’s blood seemed to freeze as she struggled to comprehend what was happening. She wanted to resist, to

the very last moment

brighten. Nathaniel looked at the thin and frail Cecilia, then his gaze shifted to the glaring

Smack!

struck Nathaniel across his handsome

make out what Nathaniel was saying, and

had no idea how he managed to leave. Scenes from the night

into the car, he dialed his assistant, Mason. “Find out who

Mason was somewhat bewildered.

around Mr.

the motel, after Nathaniel left, Cecilia meticulously cleaned herself