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 private room

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

in

Cassandra exclaimed, “I didn’t expect to see Nathaniel and Cecilia here. Despite having been married for so many years, they’re

gloomy, and his fists were

Nathaniel dropped his hold on Cecilia, and they went out

as they stepped out, their gazes met with

help

spoke up first.

cast his gaze in

“Yeah,” Cecilia replied.

of her, Cassandra

an incredible coincidence that we all patronized the same

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

polite smile in response. She wanted to lead Nathaniel away, but Cassandra just wouldn’t let her

is there such

a minor

“You’re practically disfigured, huh?

of Nathaniel being blind.

words with her, but

right

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

was have let Cassandra know that she had already