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.

to the side, was visibly stunned by Cecilia’s actions. He didn’t dare to stay in the room any longer and promptly left the office, thoughtfully closing the door behind him

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

hadn’t expected it to end up

filled with icy mockery, locked onto Cecilia’s

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

to let Elliot and herself

moment. His voice was laced with a mix of anger and frustration as he spat

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

our final moments as a couple?” he hissed, his tone

suspended in mid–air, her entire being dependent on him to keep from falling. She struggled

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

lowered his head to kiss her, his actions driven

wave of discomfort in her stomach. An intense urge to throw up overwhelmed her. Struggling, she pushed Nathaniel away and ran toward

he listened to the sounds of

really that repulsed by

them out in irritation before he could even take

Cecilia–demand to know what exactly about him she found so distasteful–a knock was heard at

“Come in,” Nathaniel barked.

Nathaniel’s tense posture and the dark look on his face–a clear picture of unfulfilled desires