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

Chapter 1956 Please Help Me

Nicholas stood at the mansion entrance, watching the car disappear into the distance, a shadow of sadness in his eyes. He was alone. The wind blew bitterly cold, and soon he began to cough, the sound rough in the quiet evening.

A housekeeper stepped outside and, upon seeing him, couldn't help but say, "Mr. Nicholas, it's freezing out here. Why don't you head back inside?"

Nicholas shook his head. “No, I need to go out."

"Would you like me to grab you a coat?"

"No need," he replied again, brushing the suggestion off and heading straight for his car.

To the housekeepers, Nicholas always seemed approachable, polite, humble, and without the airs expected of someone in his position.

Inside the car, his composed mask finally cracked, and a flicker of his buried anger appeared. He was driving, but he had no real destination in mind. For the first time, he realized just how isolated he had become.

He eventually found himself parked outside the residential area where Jocelyn lived. Sitting in the driver's seat, he stared up at her building, a heavy weight pressing down on his chest.

had quit her job some time ago, and since then, Nicholas had been on edge. More than once, he'd

felt like this once before-when he was abroad for

on his chest, robbed him of sleep, and scattered his thoughts. His entire life had

he saw Jocelyn walking with Yannick, grocery bags in the man's hand as the two

tracks, eyes fixed ahead. She had spotted the

her sudden pause

car," Jocelyn replied, not

quitting. The moment she found out he had orchestrated that hit on Yannick, her feelings toward him had completely changed. Yannick

proof tying Nicholas to anything,

don't know. Let's just go," Jocelyn said quietly. She didn't want any confrontation between the

purpose, reached out to take Jocelyn's

the window down. Once the couple disappeared from view,

is it at this

the loneliness that

"Who is this?"