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

Chapter 481 When We Get Back

Back then, Nathaniel hadn’t met any mishaps, and Cecilia had left secretly.

Now that he was blind, he was shocked to know that she actually dared to tell him directly that she wanted to leave. Does she think that because I’m blind, I’ve become useless and can’t do anything to her?

Cecilia didn’t notice Nathaniel’s odd behavior. She lowered her gaze and said, “Didn’t we agree? You also promised to divorce me. I don’t want to be with you.”

Nathaniel tightened his grip.

Cecilia winced, drawing in a sharp breath. “It hurts.”

He immediately loosened his grip. “It’s a no from me.”

“I can offer you some compensation. I can help you repay a portion of your debt, consider it as recompense for the car accident previously,” stated Cecilia.

After all, when the car accident happened, it was Nathaniel who had shielded her, preventing her from getting hurt.

For the first time, he truly understood what it felt like to have his heart ripped apart, and that was happening to him right then.

“Who needs that compensation?” Nathaniel’s voice grew louder, nearly losing control of his temper.

“What do you want then? Just tell me, as long as I can do it… um-‘

finish her sentence, Nathaniel silenced her

away, but no matter what she

that day, Nathaniel was worried Cecilia might run into any unexpected incidents, so he discreetly left a bodyguard

getting breathless from the

might. The man loosened his grip slightly. allowing her to take

want you,” he uttered

into his arms and carried her into

nature, coupled with the exhaustion from recent

day. Regardless of what she said, he wouldn’t stop, completely disregarding her

everything had come to an end, his shoulders were marked with bite marks, and his back was covered in scratches. Cecilia’s mouth was filled with the

frustrations and sorrow that had welled up in her heart, that night, she vented all

holding her close, his fingers gently caressing

exhaustion. Cecilia gradually

was already on

past the window, she asked, “Where are we

her in his arms. “I’ve already

at him, only to find that a few scratches

ashamed. She thought

her, but surprisingly,

a bit more. If you’re still upset when you wake up, you can take it out on me when

When we… get home?