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

Chapter 1757 Love Cannot Be Forced

Years ago, Nicholas had been the target of an assassination attempt.

Without hesitation, Cecilia had shielded him, taking the hit in his place. The scar on her back was proof of that moment-one she had carried with her ever since.

For the longest time, she had believed it was Nathaniel she had saved, convinced that he was the one indebted to her.

Nicholas swallowed, but the bitterness in his throat refused to fade.

"How could you give me psychological medication?" Cecilia demanded, her voice laced with disbelief.

Even now, she struggled to comprehend it. The person who had once been kind and outstanding in their youth had somehow twisted into someone paranoid and obsessive.

Across from her, Nicholas took a slow sip of his coffee, his fingers unconsciously tightening around the mug.

"I had no other choice. All I wanted was for us to start over." As the words left his lips, he lifted his gaze to meet hers. "The truth is... you've already moved on, haven't you? You've been in love with Nathaniel all along."

Cecilia's brows knitted together in confusion.

Nicholas pressed on. "You don't even remember Nathaniel, yet you still didn't want to be with me during the year we spent together. Why? Wasn't it because you had already fallen for him?"

abroad with Cecilia still haunted him. No matter how much time they had spent together, no matter how close they had been, she would always instinctively shy away from his touch-like a

flickered to Cecilia's abdomen. "How many months

off guard. "What

you? Didn't you and Vivian go for a check-up

completely misunderstood. He thought

correct him, Nicholas' expression darkened. His voice dripped with sarcasm as he said, "You've really let me down. You claim not to remember Nathaniel, yet you're carrying his child? Tell me, did he force you,

gentlemanly demeanor-all of it was gone. What remained was a man whose words cut like a

throw it in his face flaring hot within her. But in

his gaze head-on. "I'm not pregnant. And even if

gaze flickered, his expression

met his eyes, her tone firm and unwavering as she delivered a warning." asked you here to make one thing clear-I don't love you, Not now, not ever. There was nevera beginning for us, and

grabbed her bag and walked out of the

felt sorrow,

being betrayed

as Cecilia stepped onto the sidewalk, she spotted Jocelyn standing

car.

her as well, giving

the gesture, equally

Jocelyn