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

Chapter 411 I Am Not Nicholas

The expression on Nathaniel’s face didn’t soften much, even as the moments passed. In an attempt to break the awkward silence between them, Cecilia asked. “Weren’t you supposed to be at work today?”

Nathaniel’s already handsome face darkened further, his displeasure clearly growing. He hadn’t even left the house that day–what work was he supposed to be doing?

“There was no need to work today,” he replied curtly.

“All right then, make sure you get some rest,” Cecilia said as she began to rise from her seat.

But Nathaniel quickly stepped in front of her, blocking her path. “Is that all you have to say?” he asked, his tone more demanding than before.

Cecilia’s mind drifted back to the events of the previous night. She sighed and said, “Enough, I have work to do now.”

As she turned to leave the room, Nathaniel suddenly pulled her back into his embrace, holding her firmly against him. His Adam’s apple bobbed slightly as he spoke in a low, intense voice, “Cecilia, you need to remember–I’m not Nicholas, and I could never become someone like him.”

Startled by his words, Cecilia looked up at him, her eyes wide with surprise. “Did you remember something?”

“No,” he replied, his hand falling onto her face. He began to caress her skin gently, as if trying to imprint the sensation in his memory. “I don’t like it when you mistake me for someone else.”

Cecilia averted her gaze, trying to deflect the intensity of his words. “I didn’t mean to… it was just a slip of the tongue,” she murmured.

“Is that so? It better be,” Nathaniel responded, his voice carrying a clear edge.

fully process his sudden harshness, Nathaniel’s phone rang, breaking the tension. While he was occupied with the call, Cecilia quickly took the opportunity to slip out of his arms and left the

room, shutting the door

heart felt oddly hollow as he answered his phone, his mood.

the matter?” he

recently,” the bodyguard reported. “Today, we managed to catch one of them. After some pressure, he confessed that he was sent by Mdm.

racing. “Did he say what he was supposed to

seemed like he was there to keep an eye

around now. Why is she so

order to the person on the other end. of the line, “Take

“Understood.”

her as she arranged a bouquet. She glanced at the scene unfolding before her, a flicker

get the hair I asked for?” she inquired, her

his head in

the scissors she had been holding onto the ground. in

her gaze. “Mr. Nathaniel wanted me to inform you

Elena demanded,

“Or he’ll

whisper.

his back on his own family,” the man stammered, his voice barely above

“Get out,” she ordered, her voice cold

of unease crept over her. After the last time she had seen Cecilia. and the child, Elena had been discreetly having people keep an eye