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?”

but firmly held Cecilia in his embrace. Cecilia bit down hard on his

times. Cecilia was taken aback, realizing that now wasn’t the time to be angry–rather, it was an opportunity to

Nathaniel could not discern Cecilia’s expression. However, noticing her change, he was evidently puzzled. His voice was hoarse

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,

and

taking me for

composure, he glanced at Cecilia without uttering another word. He then got up and headed to the bathroom,

while.

he returned and once again embraced Cecilia, drifting off into a deep slumber. Cecilia, however, found

was not only occupied by the events of the evening but also by the words spoken by Nathaniel. She clenched her palm tightly, unsure of how much time

where to go, so she ended up on the balcony. There, she braced against the cold wind and listened to the sound

You heartless creature, you shouldn’t have

cursed. Suddenly, she felt as if the years of affection she felt

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