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

Chapter 275 Sever Ties

At that moment, Cecilia made up her mind–she had to sever all ties with Nathaniel.

The night brought a fierce storm, blanketing everything in a sudden flurry of snow.

Cecilia found herself securely enveloped in Nathaniel’s arms, her throat dry and parched. “I want some water,” she murmured weakly, devoid of energy.

Nathaniel’s narrow eyes widened slightly as he reached for a bottle of water on the bedside table. The bite marks on his hand were still clearly visible, along with the marks on his shoulders and his cracked lips.

He handed the bottle to Cecilia, who took a few sips, feeling slightly better. However, a wave of nausea rose in her stomach, making her feel particularly sick.

“Ugh!” She couldn’t bear it any longer. She pried away Nathaniel’s hand and bent over the edge of

the bed, dry heavin

Nathaniel rose up and reached out to pat her back. “What’s wrong?” he asked.

Cecilia abruptly pulled away from his grasp. “Don’t touch me!”

Nathaniel’s hand froze mid–air.

turned around and looked at him coldly. “You can leave

serious. He reached out again, disregarding her resistance, and grasped her face firmly. “I’m giving you an hour to get

here already; he didn’t have the time or energy to keep indulging her antics. Releasing her, Nathaniel rose from the bed, donned his bathrobe, and stepped out of

room.

didn’t contemplate running away. Last night, she had realized that Nathaniel’s relentless

call to Vivian. “Vivian, are you

her suitcase packed and ready. When Nathaniel emerged,

to forcibly take Cecilia away, but to his surprise, she was patiently waiting at the

replied, her

and followed the pair as they boarded the

had been

afternoon. Cecilia, clad in a down jacket, stepped out of the airport. A flurry of white snow fell, blanketing everything in a pristine layer of white.

pull her into his arms, a clear voice called out from the

sound and saw Vivian waving

him on television or in