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.”

just yet, but her behavior today was

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

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

“All right.”

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

He handed them to her, watching as she swallowed

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

night, Cecilia was still running a bit of a fever. After taking a bath and more medicine, she found

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

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 hurt on their way down. But in

by her question. “t. “Of course,” he said without hesitation. “The world.

at his words. “Indeed, inequality has been present since birth,” she echoed, her voice tinged with

on her shoulder. “That’s exactly why we need to put in the effort to create everything we desire,” he said, trying

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

up, of experiencing tool much, and that was why his