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.”

an entrancing effect on him, and he found it hard to maintain his resolve. He hadn’t lost his sanity just yet, but

away in the hospital,

Nathaniel’s heartache, and he reluctantly decided to compromise. “I’ll go get your medicine,” he said, finally

“All right.”

the room, Cecilia

He handed them to her, watching as she swallowed

was fine, he couldn’t

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

began hesitantly. “Is it true that people with disabilities are naturally inferior to

were children, 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 some of those angels had been

“t. “Of course,” he said without hesitation. “The

been present since

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

clenched her hand tightly around his shirt. “Right. I

of experiencing tool much, and that was why