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

Chapter 1963 A Roof Over His Head

"Now that you're awake, get out," she snapped.

Pain radiated through Magnus' limbs at the mere thought of moving. Leave? To what? The streets? The cold?

"What's your name?" Magnus asked, deliberately ignoring her dismissal.

The woman sighed. "Denise Laney."

Denise?

"I'm Magnus," he replied. "Just so you know, my family has money. More than enough. Shelter me now, and I'll repay you generously when I return home."

The truth was, leaving meant certain danger. His enemies were still hunting for him, and going back wasn't an option - not yet.

"Oh? Then you should go home. I don't need you to repay me," Denise said dryly.

Her tone made it clear she didn't believe him. What wealthy man would be lying battered in my attic?

Magnus clenched his jaw. Without his wallet or contacts, he had no way to prove his claims. "I'm still unwell," he said instead, voice tight. "A few more days, that's all I ask."

The loft might be cramped and dingy, but compared to the deadly streets outside, it was paradise.

"No way!" Denise snapped without hesitation. The clatter of her cooking spoon against the pot punctuated her refusal as she stirred the pasta.

she said flatly. "I've got

parents' treatment

the fridge, a single egg stared back at her. She hesitated, fingers tapping against

pushing his

eyed the bland pasta, nose wrinkling.

just a spoiled brat who

eat it!" Magnus quickly

certainly better than

her plate down

missing the eggs. Curious,

replied, "There was only one

dipped his head and resumed eating without another

at him, incredulous. Seriously? No protest? No guilt? If

about to raise the lone egg to his mouth, Denise struck

blinked in surprise, confused. "What are you

generous. I'll eat it myself." Originally, Denise had reasoned

she suddenly felt foolish. Why did I even bother giving

speaking, Denise took a big bite of

tastes

eat,

he found himself

aren't any