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.”

her up in his arms and headed toward the

had pulled Cecelia into a forceful embrace while they were in

couldn’t fall asleep. Every time he closed his eyes, he saw the emptiness of the house from when he had returned

on his

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

help but wonder why she had never heard about

the incident from the past when Elena and Zachary were framed and had an accident while heading to the company. He explained that it was Stella who had

evident in Cecelia’s eyes as she listened to the

Zachary was so kind to Stella and why Nathaniel was so tolerant

she realized Stella had taken credit for

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

eyes momentarily

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

quite understand. After voicing her thoughts, she found herself too afraid to wait

and the long periods of neglect had eroded her belief that he would

once he opened his mouth,