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

Chapter 322 Did Not Know Better

At the entrance of the ravioli shop, Cecilia quickly pulled back her hand, which Calvin put on his face. “I didn’t know better when I was young.”

When she was just a few years old, she had no understanding of the differences between boys and girls.

Moreover, back then, Calvin was just a chubby little kid, not even as tall as her.

She treated him like a younger brother, and every time Martha made something delicious, she would bring some for him.

However, at that moment, he towered over her by a head’s length and appeared incredibly handsome.

More importantly, he carried an air of defiant nobility around him. Hardly any young gal would dare to touch his face with their cold hand.

Calvin’s eyes reflected Cecilia’s polite yet distant demeanor. A hint of desolation swept across the depths of his gaze as he said, “Actually, you don’t need to do that in front of me.”

Calvin always remembered the winters of his childhood, when he suffered in the cold. Cecilia would secretly bring him clothes, blankets, and food. Additionally, she would always manage to cheer him up.

Had it not been for Cecilia, he would’ve died of hunger or cold if not at the hands of someone else.

“We all must learn to be sensible. Being too childish can easily

lack of maturity and understanding of the world led her to marry a man who didn’t love her,

Cecilia with him when he initially left Sparaville or

married Nathaniel, he believed she wouldn’t have been as cautious

thoughts in mind, Calvin leaned closer to Cecilia and suddenly

his sentence, a familiar, icy voice echoed

of the voice, saw Nathaniel and Mason standing not far

glaring at Cecilia in

effortlessly reached out and grasped her hand. “Darling, why is it taking you so long

so he pretended not to notice Calvin, continuing, “Why are your

the blood in her body was boiling due to

turned beet red with embarrassment as she awkwardly attempted to pull her away from

instantly drew Cecilia into his arms. “Darling, why are you so cold? Once

present, Cecilia would have certainly swore at

freed hand, she firmly pinched Nathaniel’s

the pain and did not release