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.”

to maintain his resolve. He hadn’t lost his sanity just yet, but her behavior today was unusual,

father passed away in the hospital, and so did my child. I’m truly terrified of seeing

he reluctantly decided

“All right.”

moved around the room, Cecilia remained on the couch, watching his tall, upright silhouette with a

quickly returned with warm water and the medicine. He handed them to her, watching as she swallowed the pills

fine, he couldn’t shake the feeling of unease that had settled in

still running a bit of a fever. After taking 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

hesitantly. “Is it true that people with

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

her question. “t. “Of course,” he said without hesitation. “The world. itself is inherently unjust, and people have been unequal

tightened at his words. “Indeed, inequality has been present

on her shoulder. “That’s exactly why we need to put

her hand tightly around his shirt. “Right.

of growing up, of experiencing tool much, and that