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

Chapter 2061

Her reflexes yanked her hand free. Under the bedside glow, her eyes darted everywhere but his face, as if the air itself had grown too tight to breathe.

"I... I'd rather wait until after the wedding. It just feels right that way."

Seeing her fear, Yannick eased back, palms lifting in surrender. "All right, whatever you say. You must be tired. Get some sleep—I'll finish the bed myself."

She shook her head once, tucked the corners with meticulous care, then slipped out, soft footsteps swallowed by the hallway.

Yannick sprawled across the mattress afterward, staring at the ceiling as if it hid answers. He turned left, right, left again-sleep refused to come.

His phone lit up. On the screen blinked Calvin's text: "Why aren't you picking up?"

During dinner he'd been laughing with Jocelyn, phone muted, time erased. He'd never noticed Calvin's calls.

He thumbed redial without thinking, pulse thudding in the hush.

"Hey, Calvin, what's up?"

"Took you long enough," Calvin said, worry outweighing annoyance.

across the room-didn't hear

tension bleeding out through

you did with Sven. Anything you ever need,

you and I don't


paper, Sven was the bodyguard Calvin introduced to Cecilia. In truth, the three

Calvin sounded ready

you ever

as smoke, before Calvin finally

when you

beat later, he muttered, "Let's hope

to mean? Did

time, how cruel fate could be: both he and Yannick loved women entangled

me-born to roam, never pictured

have

what you preach. Find yourself

a few more half-teasing, half-earnest jabs about wedding bells, then fell quiet-each man staring into a different darkness imagining futures that felt both near and impossibly far.

fall beside him, and stared at the ceiling fan that carved


form in his chest. If her walls stayed up like this, marriage

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