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

Chapter 225 Seeds Of Resentment

Had it not been for Felix being present, Nathaniel’s words might have been laced with event sharper venom, spilling forth sentiments even more caustic and cutting.

When Adrian and Miranda finally emerged from Niel’s room, their faces were visibly flushed with the heat of their embarrassment.

Adrian, utterly shameless as always, couldn’t help but mutter under his breath, “Who does Nathaniel think he is, daring to lecture me like that? I’m his elder, after all.” His voice dripped with a mixture of indignation and disbelief, clearly unaccustomed to being reprimanded by someone younger.

Standing to the side, Miranda, who was holding onto Felix with a tense grip, was also at her wit’s end. Her frustration was palpable as she turned to Adrian and said, “Your cousin didn’t spare you any dignity whatsoever. He belittled us right there in front of Felix and the old man.”

As she spoke, Miranda’s gaze shifted toward Nathaniel, who stood composed and unyielding at short distance away. A sudden, cold smirk tugged at the corners of her lips as a thought crossed her mind. “He probably doesn’t even realize who the real joke is here,” she added, her tone laced with icy disdain.

Adrian, not fully grasping her meaning, asked with a touch of confusion, “What do you mean by that?”

Miranda let out a derisive snort. “Haven’t you heard? He’s brought that deaf girl back home, hasn’t he?”

Adrian’s thoughts briefly drifted to Cecilia, and a fleeting sense of regret flickered through hist mind. She was undeniably beautiful, but her hearing impairment had always been a hindrance, requiring her to rely on a hearing aid whenever she ventured out. “So what?” Adrian muttered, still not seeing the point.

“Honey, don’t worry,” Miranda said, biting her lip with a determined expression. “I’ll make sure he regrets today’s insult. Everyone is mistaken. The person that deaf girl truly cares for isn’t Nathaniel at all!”

of this matter, a secret she had uncovered purely by chance. She had kept it to herself until now, eager to see the hilarity

resolve had solidified. She was determined to make Nathaniel understand the true meaning of uselessness, to show him who the real

her attention deeply engrossed in the book she was reading. The soft glow of the lamp cast a warm light over her, making

tie, he began to unbutton his shirt with methodical precision. “What did my mother want with you?” he asked, his tone casual, but his eyes sharp as they

just his trousers. His well–built upper body was on

voice steady despite the awkwardness of

her, his voice dropping to a mere whisper as he leaned in

lifting her head slightly. In doing so, her lips

sank at the accidental touch. A frown formed on his face for reasons he couldn’t quite identify, a vague sense of disappointment settling in his chest. Without another word, he ept Cecilia into his

gentle hand on his chest. “Could you

responded, “We’ll talk

to say

now in a tricky situation, sighed and said,

Thanksgiving, and I want to see

way,” Nathaniel flatly refused, his tone unyielding. “You just

him dearly.