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.

Cecilia could 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 the music room, shutting the door behind her to

Nathaniel’s heart felt oddly hollow as he answered his phone,

the matter?” he asked

Rainsworth, there’s been some suspicious activity around your residence recently,” the bodyguard reported. “Today, we managed to

his mind already racing. “Did

to keep an eye on a

around now. Why

person on the other end.

“Understood.”

she arranged a bouquet. She glanced at the scene unfolding before her, a flicker of coldness flashing in

you manage to get the hair I asked for?”

man shook his head in fear. “I didn’t get the chance

scissors she had

inform you not to send anyone. over there again, or else… or

demanded,

“Or he’ll

whisper.

family,” the man stammered, his voice barely

“Get out,” she

everyone had left, a sense of unease crept over her. After the last time she had seen Cecilia. and the