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.”

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

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

he reluctantly decided to compromise. “I’ll go get

“All right.”

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

to her, watching as she swallowed the pills and forced a smile. “It’s okay. I’ll get better soon,” she said, trying

hearing her say she was fine, he couldn’t shake

bath and more medicine, she found herself nestled

a question for you,” she began hesitantly. “Is it true that people with disabilities

a little angel sent from heaven, and that some of those angels had been hurt on their way down.

hesitation. “The world. itself is

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

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

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

result of growing up, of experiencing tool much, and that was why his responses differed