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

Chapter 2041

She ended the call, already turning on her heel to tell Charlotte.

The moment she pivoted, she collided chest-first with Nathaniel, who had just stepped into the corridor. His hands flashed up, steadying her before either of them could gasp.

"Easy." His brow furrowed as he searched her startled face. "Who were you talking to? You look like the building's on fire."

"No one important," she said, brushing past him. "I need to see Charlotte."

She hurried down the hall, skirt whispering around her knees. Charlotte was alone, and Sven's disappearance had left her friend in a knot of panic.

Nathaniel watched her retreat, then noticed her phone abandoned on the coffee table. With a small shake of his head, he scooped it up and followed, intent on returning it before she reached the courtyard.

The handset chimed in Nathaniel's palm.

A new message from Calvin lit the screen: "Ceci, take good care of yourself. If anything troubles you, especially if Nathaniel treats you poorly, you must tell me. I will always be your strongest shield."

Nathaniel's eyes narrowed, storm-grey and unreadable. He attempted to unlock the phone, only to find the passcode had changed. After a tense beat, he exhaled, locked the screen again, and started toward the garden path, her phone still warm in his hand.

just soothed Charlotte's nerves when

you come all the way here?" she

He

then did she realize she had left

but Nathaniel's voice cut gently across the space between them. "Calvin messaged you a moment ago. I

device

phone, the corners of his mouth drawn tight. "Just look for yourself," he said, each word clipped, as though spoken through

of the

space between them, accepted the glowing screen. One swipe

against the dark mode of the

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great. Nathaniel takes good care

to granite. Grinning, she reached up and gave

the matter with

a fraction, gaze fixed on some invisible point

storm-cloud gloomy," she teased, stretching the last three words the way one might

He lifted one hand, the pad of his index finger brushing the