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

Chapter 1723 The Conversation With Calvin

The ride was silent for a while until his voice broke the stillness. "I happened to be passing by and saw you. Why were you standing in the rain like that?"

Standing in the rain?

Cecilia explained, "I was just thinking about something. I guess I got a little too lost in thought."

In truth, Calvin knew everything. He was well aware of the events unfolding around Cecilia.

"Tell me, have you ever considered that maybe... you've already regained your memories, but you're unwilling-perhaps even afraid to fully recall them?"

Cecilia didn't understand.

Calvin continued, "Seven years ago, I found you collapsed in a cemetery. I saw how Paula and Magnus forced you into that marriage. I've often wondered what kind of life have you been living all these years? I know that you're trying to shut yourself off, to keep from getting hurt again. But, Ceci... you can't keep your heart closed forever. There are people who truly care about you now. You're worthy of love. You deserve to be surrounded by those who see you as family."

As Cecilia listened to his words, a dull ache began to throb in her temples. She suppressed the discomfort. Forcing a faint smile, she said, "I know."

But Calvin wasn't fooled. He could tell-she hadn't taken his words to heart.

lot, too. From a young age, I was sent to Sparaville, where I nearly lost my life more times than I can count. Even after being brought back overseas, things didn't get any easier. But through all of it, you were the reason I held on. You were the

Cecilia blinked, momentarily speechless.

wistful smile. "And after I returned... for the longest time, all

Calvin had ever said those words. For years, he had buried his feelings deep within, too afraid that expressing

was nothing wrong with expressing his feelings for someone

really do like you," he admitted. "Even now,

sure how to

for you isn't just love. Perhaps it's because, once upon a

one had ever told her that before-that she was someone's source of peace. She had always believed that others were her

now,"

car pulled up in front of the Smith

two familiar figures-one tall, one

umbrellas, waiting

the car to a smooth stop. "Go on," he

Cecilia nodded. "Thank you."

and made her

moved to shield her with his umbrella. "Why are you