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

Chapter 120 Not My First Time Seeing It

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Nathaniel didn’t pause; he scoffed coldly, “It seems like Calvin doesn’t love you as much as you think. How long has he been neglecting you?”

This time, Cecilia was truly infuriated. When she came to her senses and raised her hand to strike him again, Nathaniel decisively grabbed her wrist. “Did I hit a nerve?”

Cecilia didn’t feel like explaining at all. Over the years, her relationship with Calvin was just like that of ordinary friends. “It seems like your desperation now is because Stella doesn’t love you, isn’t it?”

Two can play this game.

Nathaniel sneered coldly, “I’m not like you.” He had never laid a finger on Stella.

Cecilia laughed, “What’s so different? We’re two of a kind. You think you’re any better than me? I used to think you were deeply affectionate, but now it seems that was all there was to it. Does. Stella know what you’ve done?”

He didn’t respond but firmly held Cecilia in his embrace. Cecilia bit down hard on his shoulder. Nathaniel sharply inhaled in pain, yet he didn’t let her go. Instead, he lowered his head and kissed

dreamt of this scenario countless times. Cecilia was taken aback, realizing that now wasn’t the time to be angry–rather, it was an opportunity to seize. She

he was evidently

shielded her own body. Nathaniel’s voice caught in his throat. “It’s not like it’s my first time seeing it,” he paused, before changing the subject, “Does Calvin know

caught between anger and embarrassment, looking at

me

regained his composure, he glanced at Cecilia without uttering another word. He then got up and

while.

again embraced Cecilia, drifting off into a deep slumber.

the events of the evening but also by the words spoken by Nathaniel. She

so she ended up on the balcony. There, she braced against the cold wind and listened to the sound of rain outside. After an indeterminable length of time had passed, the occasional

I’m not feeling well… You heartless creature,

being cursed. Suddenly, she felt as

the edge of the bed, she peered at the face she had adored for almost half her life under the dim light. A sudden urge to slap it hard washed over her,