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

Chapter 1962 He Followed Her

But Magnus couldn't let this chance slip away. She was the first soul who'd shown him kindness. Hence, he began trailing after her, his weakened legs protesting every step.

At first, the girl remained oblivious. Only when she reached the dimly lit entrance of her apartment building did she finally notice Magnus had followed her all the way home.

She spun around, eyes wide with shock. “You followed me?" she demanded.

Magnus looked at her with desperate eyes. "Please," he begged, "just let me stay tonight."

The girl's fists tightened at her sides. "I told you. It's not happening!"

He looks so proper, but he's just another troublemaker. I never should have helped him.

Her voice turned sharp: "Leave right now or I'm calling the police!

Magnus's face paled at her threat. "Okay, okay, I'm going," he said hastily, his voice thin and shaky. "Please don't call them."

As he turned away, a sudden, searing pain exploded in his head. The world went black.

His body collapsed like a felled tree, skull cracking against the pavement. Dark blood began pooling beneath him.

The girl's breath caught in her throat as she saw him fall. Her pupils shrank to pinpoints. "Hey! Are you okay?"

assessed his injuries. The man's towering frame made it difficult - she struggled for several minutes just

was to take him to the hospital, but reality quickly set in. Her pockets were nearly empty, and hospital care would mean taking full financial responsibility for this

about

either. The night air grew sharper with each passing

and the police investigate...

hesitation, the woman hauled Magnus onto her back and trudged

physical labor had toughened her. Though his weight made

really heavy!" she

last, they reached her apartment. With a grunt, she dumped Magnus onto the

groan escaped

awake?" she

grabbed gauze and disinfectant, then

as she worked, her breath hitched. Magnus's body was a patchwork of bruises, some fresh, others fading to

half-dead," she

o'clock, Magnus slowly blinked his eyes

a yellowed ceiling speckled with patches of mold.

taking in his surroundings-fou

to be called a room. The furnishings were sparse: just a bed, a table with two chairs, and a small

he could see a narrow balcony and a simple kitchenette that looked more like

am I?