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

Chapter 197 I Regret It

Boom! A brilliant firework burst in the sky, fading as quickly as it appeared.

Nearby, a girl squeezed her boyfriend’s hand and whispered, “Let’s be together forever.”

As Cecilia watched them walk away, a deep longing stirred within her–a desire to experience a romance of her own. Since falling for Nathaniel, she had turned away every suitor, never allowing herself to be in a real relationship. She had married him without ever knowing the true taste of love. Even now, that feeling remained elusive.

Tears blurred Cecilia’s vision as she gazed up at the pitch–black sky. In the silence, she whispered, “Dad, I regret it.”

She regretted marrying Nathaniel, regretted choosing someone who never loved her.

By half–past eight, the fireworks had ended, and the crowd had dispersed.

When Mason arrived to pick Cecilia up, he found her standing alone by the river, her silhouette drenched in loneliness.

He recalled his fiancée’s words from a few days ago. Loving someone means giving them a sense of security. How could he allow another woman to disrupt their relationship?

found himself feeling a twinge of

approaching her with measured steps. “Ms. Smith, I’m

gather herself. When she finally looked at him, she masked the disappointment

the car, Mason deliberately turned up

The cold wind had drained the color from her face, leaving

by an obsessive fan last night. She’s still in critical condition at the hospital and expressed a

Obsessive fan, huh?

that wasn’t true. Besides, knowing Stella, I doubt she’s in any real danger. And with Sean still under Calvin’s control, how could he have possibly harmed her? No, she’s

and, after a moment’s pause, said,

let out a sigh of relief. Having worked for Nathaniel for so long, he understood that his boss was genuinely in love with Cecilia. Otherwise, Nathaniel wouldn’t have spent years searching for her or put his work on hold for her. He even went

Nathaniel struggled to express his emotions. If his love was an intensity of eight out of ten, he would only show a fraction of that–just

glow on the road as Cecilia gazed

After

asked when Cecilia called. They hadn’t

about Nathaniel leaving her alone by the riverside due to