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

Chapter 269 The Results Are Out

Surprisingly, the foreigners trailing them didn’t catch up. Once outside, Cecilia took deep breaths, trying to calm herself. Nathaniel, noticing the injury on her face, asked, “What happened?”

Cecilia, though struggling with her hearing, could roughly make out his words by reading his lips. “I’m fine,” she replied, letting go of his hand. She didn’t want to continue the conversation and headed toward a more populated area.

But Nathaniel wasn’t ready to let her go. He caught up and grabbed her hand. “Did someone hit you?” he asked, concern evident in his eyes.

During those days, Nathaniel had kept a close watch on Cecilia. He had seen her heading to the hotel that day and had decided to follow, never expecting the incident in the corridor.

“Let me go,” Cecilia demanded, not wanting him to see her in such a vulnerable state.

Nathaniel, however, was unwilling to release her. He gently but firmly held her chin, noticing the clear imprint of fingers on her face. Glancing back at the hotel entrance, he saw two foreign men still watching them.

Realizing what had happened, Nathaniel scooped Cecilia up in his arms, ignoring her protests, and swiftly placed her into his car. He noticed her hearing aid had fallen out, but didn’t mention it. With one hand, he held onto Cecilia, and with the other, he quickly sent an address to someone before making a phone call.

“Surround the area and find out who dared to lay a hand on Cecilia. No one is allowed to leave!” he ordered, his tone icy.

After hanging up, he instructed the driver to head to the nearest hospital.

noticed their destination, panic flashed in her eyes. “I’m not going to the hospital. Let me out of the car,” she demanded, her

to the hospital,

me, and go get yourself checked

not going to the hospital! Let me out!” Cecilia shouted, struggling against

glanced back in

to be angry, but instead, he remained silent, his lips pressed tightly together as he stared straight ahead. His silence only fueled her frustration, and she struggled harder, prying at his hand until his fingers began to bleed. But he didn’t loosen his grip in

on the back of

away. “Are you an animal?” he

at him, signaling for him

eyebrow. Ifyou enjoy biting, go ahead,” he

he wouldn’t relem. Ceciliassewiy let go, leaving clear teeth marks on the back of hiss hand. She

have preferred her biting him over seeing her like

sh had only been slapped, that her hearing at had fallen out, and she was experiencing a ringing i her ears. She

and helped her put her hearing aid back on, Cecilia could finally hear

the lusspital corridor, on the phone with one of his subordinates,

said,