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?”

still in the hospital undergoing treatment,”

Her neck was slashed?

The woman was truly willing to go to any

catch the person

mention of it. “No, they haven’t. But the investigation showed that, aside from the

meet his gaze,

in her mood, his Adam’s apple bobbing slightly. “Did you

that didn’t mean Calvin wouldn’t take matters

throat, and her eyes welled with tears. “So,

But the sting of being wrongly accused cut deep, more painful than she

piercing straight into Nathaniel’s heart. He struggled to find. the right words, his voice barely audible. “Stella once saved my

do

there was ever any animosity between Stella and me, it was because of

after five years, I’m still in love with you–enough to hurt

cutting through the air like a blade. Nathaniel stood there, feeling the chill seep into his bones, as if the warmth had been drained

each word with deliberate clarity, “I may be foolish, but I’m not foolish enough to harm