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

Chapter 571 My Confidence Is From You

At Nathaniel’s words. Cecilia was left without a retort. She lowered her head and ate silently. She didn’t quite understand what was wrong with her either. It was as if she was afraid to accept. help or kindness from others, fearing that she would end up owing them a favor.

It was also precisely for that reason that she never told Vivian and Nathaniel about it being Queenie and Cassandra who harmed her and Elliot even though she knew that it was them.

As Nathaniel listened to the sounds of her eating, he felt somewhat helpless.

The feeling of being ignored was truly unbearable.

Throughout the meal, he hardly ate anything.

When it was time to leave, Cecilia reached out and took his hand. “Let’s go.”

Unexpectedly. Nathaniel remained seated without budging an inch.

Cecilia was bewildered.

“Are you leaving or not?”

Is this guy throwing a tantrum?

Shooting to his feet, Nathaniel pulled her into his arms in one fluid motion.

At the overly tight hug, Cecilia found it somewhat hard to breathe. She patted him on the arm. “Let go, please. Why do you keep hugging me out of the blue?”

going to leave, so the door of the private room

both Cassandra and Nicholas happened to witness

in

expect to see Nathaniel and Cecilia here. Despite

was gloomy, and his fists

dropped his hold on

stepped out, their gazes met

help but

unaware of their presence, Cassandra spoke up first.

his gaze in the direction of

“Yeah,” Cecilia replied.

her,

are doing the same. What an incredible coincidence that we

second thought, I wish we had driven a bit further. Then, we wouldn’t

her a polite smile in response. She wanted to lead Nathaniel away, but Cassandra

is there such a large bandage on your

sustained a minor injury,”

practically disfigured, huh? Thankfully, Nathaniel can’t see

she spoke of me being disfigured, then of Nathaniel being

engage in a war of words with her, but she simply couldn’t hold back after hearing such

right

you even if my face were disfigured. Otherwise, why would

let Cassandra know