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

Chapter 487 Preoccupied In Bed

When Cecilia woke up, she found herself nestled in Nathaniel’s arms.

She glanced around and noticed that Elliot was nowhere to be found. Confusion filled her eyes.

The slight movement stirred Nathaniel, rousing him from his slumber. Without hesitation, he reached out and pulled Cecilia into his embrace.

“You’re awake?”

“Where’s Eli?” asked Cecilia.

“Yesterday, I thought the space was too cramped, so I took him to the guest room to sleep,” Nathaniel said calmly.

Cecilia stared at the bed that was more than two meters wide. How could it be considered small?

She got ready to get up.

Nathaniel’s arm tightened around her waist, his Adam’s apple bobbing slightly as he muttered, “Let’s sleep a little longer.”

Cecilia was clad in thin nightwear. They were so close to each other that they could feel the warmth radiating from each other’s bodies..

“No, I can’t sleep.”

She attempted to pry Nathaniel’s hand open.

However, Nathaniel subtly took her small hand into his own.

“Listen to me.”

to Cecilia’s ear, whispering

hot breath falling on her ear, unintentionally

Nathaniel’s handsome face, as if it had cast a layer of

unconsciously lingered on his thin lips, finding it hard to believe that they could be this close to

and gently kissed her forehead, his large hand tenderly caressing the palm

I don’t feel

was taken aback. “Where do you feel

gently pulled her

face instantly

“You per-”

she could finish, the ringtone of the phone on the bedside table

Cecilia bit down on Nathaniel’s arm. The man grunted in response, finally releasing her the

was Elena as she picked up

hesitant to answer, but considering her decision to start anew with Nathaniel, she eventually picked

you and Nathaniel should pack up

we plan on spending the New Year at Daltonia Villa,

already made arrangements

the two were to start over, Nathaniel would need to respect her opinions. They would need to discuss and agree on everything they do, just like a typical

to return home for the New Year, coupled with the words. Cassandra

asking for

voice of her son, Nathaniel, coming from the other end of the phone. “This isn’t a request for opinion,” he said, “We’re informing you that we won’t be coming home for the New

Nathaniel hung up the

this, she

phone back on the bedside table, then embraced

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