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

Chapter 201 I Saved Your Mother

With a heavy heart, Nathaniel suppressed the intense resentment bubbling in his heart, cupped Cecelia’s face, and kissed her.

Only then did Cecelia notice that his hand had been injured earlier and was still bleeding.

Instead of expressing her concern, she forcefully avoided him.

Instead of expressing concern, she pulled away forcefully. “Have you forgotten what I said? I won’t honor our agreement anymore.”

Nathaniel’s lips brushed her cheek as he listened to her words, his breath heavy.

“Does that mean you don’t owe me anything?” Cecelia’s voice trembled as if something were lodged in her throat, making it difficult to speak. Yes, Stella saved his mother’s life, but didn’t I? How can he be so unfair to me?

Nathaniel was unaware of her inner thoughts, assuming that when she spoke of feeling neglected, she was referring to the indifference she had endured throughout their three years of marriage.

“From now on, I promise we’ll live a happy life together.” It was the first time he had ever compromised with anyone.

Had she heard these words five years ago, Cecelia would have been overjoyed, but now, she no longer trusted Nathaniel. “I’m tired. Just give me some space.”

his arms and headed

had pulled Cecelia into a forceful embrace while

he couldn’t fall asleep. Every time he closed his eyes, he saw

his hand still throbbed

Cecelia suddenly broke the silence. “Can you tell me more about how Stella saved

couldn’t help but wonder why she had never heard about the incident

an accident while heading to the company. He explained

Cecelia’s eyes as

did she understand why Zachary was so kind to Stella

was then that she realized Stella had taken credit for her

tightly to Nathaniel’s sleeve, her hands trembling. “I–If I told you that I was the one

eyes

he could respond, Cecelia hastily added, “Don’t overthink it. I was just joking earlier. I’m tired; I’m going

she couldn’t quite understand. After voicing her thoughts, she

her belief that he would ever trust her. She dreaded that his words, if he spoke, would only wound

his mouth,