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.

was across

exhaled, tension bleeding out through

what you did with Sven. Anything you

on, you and I don't


Sven was the bodyguard Calvin introduced to Cecilia. In truth, the three men were friends who'd bled

sounded ready to

"Hey-will you ever come back

as smoke, before Calvin

when you get

long beat later,

mean? Did

for the first time, how cruel fate could be: both he and Yannick loved women entangled with the Rainsworth

laugh. "You know me-born to roam, never

build a life, have a kid. We're not

what you preach. Find

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

let the phone fall beside him, and stared at the ceiling


and felt a knot form in his chest. If her walls stayed up like

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