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

the car over and stepped out, approaching her with measured

When she finally looked at him, she masked the disappointment in her eyes and replied politely,

in the car, Mason deliberately turned up the

improved over the years abroad, she was still noticeably more fragile than most. The cold wind had drained the color from her face, leaving her looking so pale and delicate that it seemed she might

in the rearview mirror, he offered an explanation for Nathaniel’s abrupt departure. “Ms. Ross was nearly killed by an obsessive fan last night. She’s still in critical condition at the hospital and

Obsessive fan, huh?

I doubt she’s in any real danger. And with Sean still under Calvin’s control, how could he have possibly harmed

responded with a soft hum and, after a moment’s pause, said, “I know.

genuinely in love with Cecilia. Otherwise, Nathaniel wouldn’t have spent years

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

streetlights cast a dappled glow on the road as Cecilia gazed absently

Villa, Nathaniel had not yet returned. After freshening up, Cecilia lay down in bed and called

days been for you?” Vivian asked when Cecilia called. They hadn’t had a chance

Nathaniel leaving her alone by the riverside due to Stella. She then