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

Chapter 1228 How Do You Like The View

Nathaniel’s impressive physique was hard to ignore, and despite herself, she found her gaze drifting in his direction. She stole a glance, then another, feeling her checks heat up.

As if sensing her eyes on him, Nathaniel wrapped a towel around his waist and stepped out of the bathroom. Startled, Cecilia quickly averted her eyes, pretending to focus on her phone.

Nathaniel, noticing her flustered reaction, walked over with a teasing grin. “How do you like the view?”

Cecilia’s face flushed with embarrassment. “What are you talking about? I wasn’t looking at you!”

“Oh?” Nathaniel raised an eyebrow. “I was talking about your phone. Were you looking at me earlier? Hm?”

Realizing she had just exposed herself, Cecilia stammered, “I noticed the door wasn’t closed all the way,

that’s all”

She stood up quickly, trying to cover her nerves. “It’s not like I haven’t seen it before. There’s nothing new. to look at.”

Nathaniel smirked, clearly amused. “Is that so? Then why can’t you look me in the eye?”

meet his, though her heart was racing. Nathaniel’s hair was still damp,

held hers for a moment

in a bath towel, his well–built

of seeing? I’ve seen it before.

spoke, she impulsively lifted her hand and ran her fingers over his abs, feeling the solid muscles beneath her touch. “Feels pretty good,

the awkwardness she’d created, Cecilia quickly headed toward the bathroom. “I’m

a faint smile tugging at the corner

he settled back onto the couch and absentmindedly picked up Cecilia’s phone. A new text

the message read: Ms. Ceci, be arriving in Tudela tomorrow

darkened instantly. Without saying a word, he switched off the phone and

longer than usual, too hesitant to come out. She

he remained seated on the couch, occasionally calling out, “Ceci,

1228 How Do You Like The

“No, you -No.

the glass door,

begin to calm down. Yet, as

in

him. Back then. she had been filled with excitement and joy at

everything was different. She felt fearful, unsure of herself, and avoiding Nathaniel’s gaze had become