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

Chapter 273 Trouble At The Company

Nathaniel’s heart unexpectedly dropped into a state of panic. He pushed through the crowd, urgently searching for her. It wasn’t until he saw her at the checkout counter that the tension. within him finally eased.

After settling her bill, Cecilia returned home to cook and rest. She was pregnant now and had to take good care of the baby.

After spending some time writing sheet music, Cecilia laid back in her recliner, listening to music and reading a book. She gently placed her hand on her stomach, murmuring softly, “Darling, grow up quickly.”

Suddenly, the ringtone of her phone echoed through the room. Cecilia picked it up, only to find an unfamiliar text message containing a disturbingly graphic image. Her hand trembled, nearly dropping the phone.

She assumed it was someone’s idea of a prank and tried not to let it bother her. She deleted the message, hoping it was an isolated incident.

Later that night, as dusk settled in, Cecilia was awakened by a soft rustling sound from outside. Being a light sleeper, she quickly got up and walked into the living room. “Who’s there?” she called out. “Nathaniel, is that you?”

She had changed the lock and assumed the noise was Nathaniel trying–and failing–to get in. But when she raised her voice, the sounds outside abruptly stopped. Peering through the peephole, she saw no one.

An inexplicable fear gripped her. Returning to her bedroom, she barricaded the door with some objects. Lying back in bed, she couldn’t shake the image of the disturbing photograph from earlier.

With her hearing aid broken and her device for directly contacting Sven being repaired, she had no choice but to communicate with Sven via phone.

she whispered

“I’m here.”

Can you

immediately stepping out of his

to her apartment, he failed to notice a man slipping away into the

next door, also heard some commotion from Cecilia’s side.

ever needed anything. Assuming that Cecilia had finally come to an understanding, Nathaniel quickly changed into something more presentable. Glancing at his reflection in the

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terrifying text message she had received and the unsettling sound

Sven said, just as a knock

there, clad in a dark bathrobe. Nathaniel’s dark eyes

retracted his fist and suppressed

door. Assuming that the earlier prank had also been his doing, she said, “Sorry for the trouble, Sven. Everything’s fine now. You should

with a resounding slam. ““Who was

nothing to