When Her "Death" Couldn't Break Him (Cecilia and Nathaniel)

Chapter 235 Return To The Past

Nathaniel’s brows furrowed slightly as he studied Cecilia. “Isn’t this what you wanted?” he asked. genuinely perplexed by her reaction.

Beyond this, he truly couldn’t fathom why Cecilia had suddenly returned to the country if not to reclaim what was rightfully hers.

Cecilia was taken aback by his words.

“After all these years, any resentment should have been vented by now. Sign the dwell on the past,” Nathaniel added, his voice calm and almost dismissive..

papers, let’s not

Hearing these words, Cecilia suddenly found Nathaniel’s demeanor to be darkly amusing. They had reached this point–this painful, heart–wrenching point–and yet, he seemed to believe that simply returning the Smith family’s assets would somehow erase the past.

Without a word, Cecilia clenched the contract in her hand and walked over to the shredder at the side of the room. Without hesitation, she fed the contract into it, watching as the papers. transformed into a pile of shredded bits.

“I’m telling you this with utmost seriousness,” she said, her voice steady and resolute, “It’s not about letting bygones be bygones. I simply don’t want to be with you anymore.”

Even though she had clearly given up, she still had to keep up an act. But pretending any longer, pretending that everything could somehow be fixed, was just too exhausting.

At that moment, Cecilia felt a desperate need to whisk Elliot away, to disappear forever from Tudela and escape this twisted cycle of manipulation and control.

the room any longer and promptly

had initially thought that by generously returning the Smith family’s assets to her, she would undoubtedly be overjoyed and grateful. He had expected a moment of

it to end

with icy mockery, locked onto Cecilia’s as he challenged her, “Say it

it’s all the same now. There are still eleven days left.” She paused for a moment, her voice

to let Elliot and herself go, to finally

of Nathaniel’s patience had completely evaporated in that moment. His voice was laced with a mix of anger and frustration as

he cornered her. Without warning, he lifted her up

eleven days left, can I enjoy our final moments as a couple?” he

from falling. She struggled against him, her voice

voice turned even darker. “Weren’t you the one who used to flirt with me

he was insinuating. But as she surveyed the surroundings, noticing that all the curtains had been drawn shut and only a single dim light remained in the room, the realization hit her like a wave. Her entire body began to tremble, and she struggled desperately to

kiss her, his actions driven by a mix of anger

An intense urge to throw up overwhelmed her. Struggling, she pushed Nathaniel away and ran toward the restroom, where she proceeded to vomit

to the sounds of her retching from the bathroom. His mind raced

really that repulsed by

cigarette after another, only to snuff them out in irritation before he

to storm into the restroom to demand an explanation from Cecilia–demand to know what exactly about him she found so distasteful–a knock was heard

“Come in,” Nathaniel barked.

clearly uncomfortable as he observed Nathaniel’s tense posture and the dark look on his face–a