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 resolve. He hadn’t lost his sanity just yet, but her behavior today was unusual, and it worried him. “What’s going

her face in his chest, mumbling softly, “My father passed away in the hospital, and so did my

he reluctantly decided to

“All right.”

the fever–reducing medicine. As he moved around the room, Cecilia remained on the couch, watching his tall, upright silhouette with a somewhat vacant

returned with warm water and the medicine. He handed them to her, watching as she swallowed the pills and forced a smile. “It’s okay. I’ll get better soon,” she said, trying to reassure

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

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

she began hesitantly. “Is it true that people with disabilities are

Back then, he had told her that everyone was like a little angel sent from heaven, and that some of those angels had been hurt on their way down.

said without hesitation. “The world. itself is inherently unjust, and people have been unequal

inequality has been present since birth,” she

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

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

growing up, of experiencing