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.

in the room any longer and promptly left the office, thoughtfully closing the door behind him to give the two of them

overjoyed and grateful. He had expected a moment of reconciliation, perhaps even

hadn’t expected it to end up like

and now filled with icy mockery, locked

left.” She paused for a moment, her voice growing

Elliot and herself go,

laced with a mix of anger

he cornered her. Without warning, he lifted her up into his arms, his grip

days left, can I enjoy our final moments as a couple?” he hissed, his tone dripping with a cold

him to keep from falling. She struggled against him, her voice trembling as she

used to flirt with me

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 push him

his head to kiss her, his actions driven by a mix

as their lips were about to meet, Cecilia suddenly felt a wave of discomfort in her stomach. An intense urge to throw up overwhelmed her. Struggling, she pushed Nathaniel away and ran toward the

listened to the sounds of her retching

really that repulsed

another, only to snuff them out in irritation before he could

was about to storm into the restroom to demand an explanation from Cecilia–demand to know what

“Come in,” Nathaniel barked.

posture and the dark look on his face–a clear picture of unfulfilled desires