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?”

so the door of the

in the adjacent private room, both Cassandra and Nicholas happened to witness that scene upon

froze in his

Despite having been married for so

was gloomy, and his fists were

dropped his hold on Cecilia, and they went

as they stepped out, their

help

was unaware of their presence, Cassandra spoke up first. “Nathaniel,

his gaze in the

“Yeah,” Cecilia replied.

front of her, Cassandra held Nicholas‘

an incredible coincidence that

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

wanted to lead Nathaniel away, but Cassandra just wouldn’t

is there such a

a minor

“You’re practically disfigured,

she spoke of me being disfigured, then of Nathaniel

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

right into

think I’d still be prettier than you even if my face were disfigured. Otherwise, why

let Cassandra know that she had