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

Chapter 1891

Chapter 1891 Diagnosed With A Mental Disorder

The next morning, it was just a little after eight. Cecilia tried to get up from bed, but Nathaniel's strong arm held her down again, pulling her tightly back into his embrace.

"You're already awake?" Nathaniel's voice had that groggy, lazy tone to it.

Cecilia frowned a bit and tried to pry his arm away, but no matter how much she struggled, it didn't budge. Feeling a little helpless, she finally gave up. "I need to get to work. Let go so I can get up."

Nathaniel only tightened his hold. "Just a little longer. There's no rush."

He was the boss, after all. No one was going to mark him late.

Cecilia sighed. "But I can't fall back asleep."

Hearing that, Nathaniel slowly opened his eyes and looked straight at her small face, his lips curving into a slight smile. "Want to have a little fun again?"

Cecilia was speechless. She quickly shut her eyes. "No need. I'm tired. Let's just sleep."

Seeing that, Nathaniel didn't push it. He just wrapped his arms around her and closed his eyes again. Truth be told, he hadn't slept this well in a long time.

holding Cecilia close. She couldn't relax or get comfortable.

Nathaniel insisted on cuddling her. Left with

anymore. She had to come up with an excuse. "Nathaniel,

eyes snapped open.

"Okay."

gotten a royal pardon-Cecilia slipped right out of his arms

chef was truly top-tier. Breakfast looked like something straight out of a gourmet spread. Elliot and

any time. Nathaniel sat nearby, watching her eat like a hungry little wolf, his gaze

or you're

know, I know," Cecilia said,

started to ring. She saw Zachary's name on the screen.

early? Is it about

in front of

medical report. She's got severe paranoia-it's

Zachary said, each word

her fork. "So

do you think?"