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

Chapter 1231 Cannot Stop Crying

Maybe he’s just toying with you. He doesn’t have to take any responsibility.

Nathaniel’s words echoed around Cecilia like a haunting melody. In an instant, her eyes welled up with

Tears.

“So that’s how you’ve seen me all along,” she said, her voice bitter. “You’ve always asked me why I refused to remarry. Do you understand now? In your eyes, I’m just a woman whose feelings can be toyed with by others.”

Her voice trembled as she continued, “Nicholas, Eric, Calvin–these three men. Do you think less of me because I have a child and am still entangled with them?”

Cecilia vividly remembered the first time Nathaniel had misunderstood her relationship with Calvin, wrongly believing something had happened between themh.

But during those four to five years abroad, not once had she even held Calvin’s hand. Their relationship had remained firmly in the realm of friendship.

Nathaniel stared at Cecilia’s reddening eyes and only then realized he had spoken out of turn. Regret hit him instantly.

He stepped forward to embrace her, but Cecilia recoiled, her emotions overwhelming her. Tears began to stream down her cheeks, one after another. She didn’t know why she was crying, but the injustice of it all felt too much to bear.

life, Nathaniel was the only significant man she had been involved with. There had been no other men,

that Nathaniel always harbored the belief that she might be with

I need some time alone,” Cecilia said, her voice barely

face, his touch tender but frantic. “Don’t cry. I didn’t mean it that way he murmured, his

Perhaps it was the pregnancy hormones amplifying her emotions, or maybe it was simply the accumulation of everything that

go home,” she demanded, trying to pry

wasn’t going to let her leave so easily. “Let’s eat first. We can talk about

He was afraid–terrified, really–that Cecilia might slip away from him for good, that she might truly not

of urgency, Nathaniel fetched the bowl of oatmeal again and tried to feed it

up and had absolutely

little, it’s not

go

Cannot

the spoon away, her

the oatmeal to spill, splashing onto the table and the floor. Nathaniel, normally

right, I won’t push you,” he said gently,

and began tidying the mess himself Cecilia, exhausted both physically and emotionally, lay back

the international airport, staring at his