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

Chapter 230 Secret Spot

All the criticisms and harsh words Nathaniel had faced at the party earlier seemed insignificant in comparison to this moment. He didn’t have the heart to wake Cecilia, instead gently pulling her. into his arms.

It was then that he realized Cecilia’s forehead was burning hot. “You’ve got a fever!” he exclaimed, his voice laced with concern.

Cecilia stirred at his touch, her head throbbing slightly as she slowly opened her eyes. “You’re back,” she mumbled, her voice weak.

“Yes, I’m back. You have a fever. I’ll get the doctor to come check on you,” Nathaniel said as he prepared to set her down and reach for his phone.

But Cecilia clung to him tightly, refusing to let go. “I don’t want to see a doctor,” she pleaded, her voice filled with desperation. “I’ll be fine with just some cold and fever medicine.”

It had been nearly two weeks since she last visited the hospital, and she still hadn’t confirmed whether she was pregnant or not. The thought of a doctor’s examination revealing something she wasn’t ready to confront filled her with dread.

Nathaniel’s earlier bad mood began to dissipate as he felt Cecilia’s soft, warm body pressing against him. “Listen to me,” he began, but she cut him off, her grip tightening.

“Nathaniel, please, I don’t want to see a doctor,” she begged, her voice trembling. “I promise, I’m fine.”

his sanity just yet, but her behavior today was unusual, and it worried

chest, mumbling softly, “My father passed away in the hospital, and so did my child. I’m truly

her father and child made Nathaniel’s heartache, and he reluctantly decided to compromise. “I’ll go

“All right.”

let her go and rose to fetch the fever–reducing medicine. As he moved around the room, Cecilia remained on

she swallowed the

after hearing her say she was fine, he couldn’t shake the feeling of unease that had settled

a bath and more medicine, she found herself nestled in Nathaniel’s arms. Her mind was still restless, unable to shake the doubts that had

began hesitantly. “Is it true that people

she had once asked him something similar. Back then, he had told her that everyone was like a little angel sent from heaven, and that

was taken aback by her question. “t. “Of course,” he said without hesitation. “The world. itself is inherently unjust, and people have

tightened at his words. “Indeed, inequality has been

a comforting hand on her shoulder. “That’s exactly why we need to put in the effort to create everything

around his shirt. “Right. I understand,” she murmured, though her

of experiencing