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

Chapter 200 Do You Not Love Me Anymore

Nathaniel’s eyes were bloodshot as he frantically searched the house, moving from room to room with growing desperation. He was so desperate that he even considered sending someone to check the airport, but just as he was about to make the call, he spotted her sitting in a chair in the backyard. The sight of her finally allowed his tense heart to relax, releasing the breath he hadn’t realized he was holding.

Unable to sleep, Cecilia had stepped outside to catch a breeze. She noticed Nathaniel approaching, his face flustered and tense.

She had assumed he wouldn’t return that day.

Their eyes met, and without a word, Nathaniel closed the distance between them, pulling her into his arms with a desperate urgency.

In the dim light, Cecilia’s body stiffened slightly. She was oblivious to the redness in his eyes and the anxiety that had gripped him moments before.

“Why aren’t you in the room at this hour?” Nathaniel’s voice was deep and husky.

Cecilia blinked, genuinely puzzled by his question. “Why do I have to be in the room at this hour?”

Nathaniel was taken aback, momentarily lost for words. He didn’t know what to say, nor could he understand why he had panicked when he thought she had disappeared.

Before he could gather his thoughts, Cecilia broke the silence. “Is Stella okay?”

She’s still in the hospital undergoing

Her neck was slashed?

truly willing to go to any lengths, even harming herself, to

they catch the person who

expression hardened at the mention of it. “No, they haven’t. But the investigation showed that, aside from the obsessed fan,

her head to meet

her mood, his Adam’s apple

didn’t believe Cecilia would ever harm Stella. But that didn’t mean Calvin wouldn’t take

formed in Cecilia’s throat, and her eyes welled with tears. “So, you

that she’d let go of Nathaniel. But the sting of being wrongly accused cut deep, more painful than she could

once saved my mother. I can’t let her

think I have a problem with her? Why do you think I would want to harm her and even

ever any animosity between Stella and me, it was

her lips. “What makes you think that after five years, I’m still in love with you–enough

cutting through the air like a blade. Nathaniel stood there, feeling the chill seep into his bones, as if the warmth had been drained from his soul. He took a step closer to Cecilia, his voice

met his icy gaze head–on, enunciating each word with deliberate clarity, “I may be foolish, but I’m not foolish