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

Chapter 2046

"Neither do I," Yannick admitted. "My friend says that if he lets go now, he'll wake up every day regretting it hurting far worse than any embarrassment he feels today."

He was painfully aware that he had fallen for a woman as unusual as Jocelyn.

He wasn't claiming eternal love, but if she asked for a breakup, he doubted he could survive the blow.

That fear was what had made him cut her off mid-sentence earlier.

Perhaps true love really did turn a man into something small and timid.

"Then continue being with her," Calvin said simply. "It's always better than separating."

He spoke from experience; he himself had never even been granted the chance to stand beside Cecilia.

Those were exactly the words Yannick had been hoping to hear.

"Okay," Yannick said, his tone light yet edged with amusement. "Stay together it is. When the thrill dries up, we'll talk about what comes next."

He doubted he could adore Jocelyn forever. Sooner or later, the excitement would fade—just as it had with every woman before her, even that first love he once swore he would remember until his last breath.

Yannick ended the call, tossed the phone onto the passenger seat, and fixed his eyes on the dark highway. The car surged toward Sven's townhouse, neon streaks sliding over the windshield like restless ghosts.

Nicholas' private villa crouched beneath thick midnight clouds, its stone façade an obsidian silhouette of locked shutters and sleeping balconies.

pressed the bell again. The chime echoed through the

palms against the mahogany. "Mr. Nicholas!"

The pounding dragged him from

frown cut across his

you're inside," she called, fists drumming the panels.

through the fog in Nicholas'

staggered upright, reached the intercom,

"What is it?"

question sounded calm, almost indifferent-the same

sudden rain. At least

day to reach

her image on the security monitor. "I'm fine," he said, barely moving his

she had

lingered a moment and said, "If there's nothing else,

searching glance at the villa, then turned, her heels crunching on

"Wait," Nicholas called suddenly.

mid-step. "Is

I'll be

right." She clasped her hands and waited, as proper as a student outside a

door opened. Nicholas appeared in fresh clothes, stubble trimmed, a hint

he had lost. Lines of fatigue etched