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.”

up in his

into a forceful embrace while they

Every time he closed his eyes, he saw the emptiness of the house from when he had returned earlier that

on his hand still

silence. “Can you

she had never

recounted the incident from the past when Elena and Zachary were framed and had an accident while heading

in Cecelia’s eyes

understand why Zachary was so kind to Stella and why

Stella had taken credit for her act of

sleeve, her hands trembling. “I–If I told you that

dark eyes

hastily added, “Don’t overthink it. I was just joking earlier. I’m tired; I’m

Cecelia closed her eyes, she felt a wave of fear she couldn’t quite understand. After voicing her thoughts, she found herself too afraid to

long periods of neglect had eroded her belief that he would ever trust her. She dreaded that his words, if he spoke, would only wound her

once he opened his mouth, the words that came out would wound