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

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“Did you enjoy playingfor a fool? Was it Calvin who taught you?” Nathaniel enunciated, his eyes red-rimmed.

Outside, the rain poured heavily, creating a cacophony. Cecilia sensed a hint of dampness in her ears, a series of

deep, rumbling noises echoing.

She no longer feigned amnesia. “I just wanted to bid farewell to the past and start a new life.”

Nathaniel chuckled, his grip on her wrist tightening as he closed the distance between them.

“Bidding farewell to the past must be done by faking your death? Did you ever consider my feelings?”

His other hand rested on her cheek, upon which he realized that she was trembling.

“You're afraid of me?”

Cecilia bit her lip hard until the coppery taste of blood filled her mouth before she finally said, “Please give me

back my child, Nathaniel. He isn’t yours. He's my son with Calvin. | beg you to please return him to us.”

When Nathaniel personally heard Cecilia say that the child was not his, the string stretched taut in his mind

snapped.

“If I'm not mistaken, you were with him barely a month or two after we decided to divorce, yes? In such a short

time, you fell for him and even faked your death for his sake? Where's my son, then?”

His eyes were red-rimmed, and he gripped Cecilia's wrists tightly with increasing force..

Cecilia felt as if her hands were about to break.

But compared to the possibility of him snatching Elliot away in the future, that paltry pain was nothing.

“Haven't | already told you? | lost it.”

Cecilia took a deep breath, her voice hoarse as she continued, “Do you remember the second tyou forced

yourself on me? | was already pregnant then. It was you. You personally ended his life.”

Cecilia admitted that she was beyond despicable, hoping that Nathaniel would return the child to her out of guilt.

Utter shock brimmed in Nathaniel’s eyes.

“Say that again.”

At that moment, he lost all rationality.

With a swift motion, he tossed her onto the bed and pinned her underneath him entirely.

“What are you doing?”

As the man gradually lost his sanity, Cecilia’s nerves stretched taut.

Nathaniel’s voice was dark and icy. “Do you think I'd believe the words of a woman who lies habitually?”

Tears escaped Cecilia's eyes.

Just moments ago, she had hoped that he would have a shred of conscience left. But right then, she realized that

he had none at all.

“I despise you.”

Nathaniel stilled for a moment, but he didn’t stop.

Cecilia struggled and resisted, only to have Nathaniel sneering, “Why, it’s fine for Calvin to touch you, but not

me? We're legally married.”

At that, Cecilia no longer struggled. She stared blankly at the ceiling.

“When have you ever admitted that I'm your wife? | find that you're truly heartless, Nathaniel...”

Nathaniel listened to her complaints quietly. His large hand rested on her cheek lightly, and he lowered his voice.

“Since you chose to run away, why did you return? And why did you deliberately invest in Rainsworth Group's

project?”

By then, after an indeterminable amount of thad passed. All that remained in Cecilia's ears was a roaring

sound presently. She sensed blood trickling out of her ear.

Nathaniel’s fingertips brushed against something sticky. Upon closer inspection, he realized that Cecilia's right

ear was stained red with blood.

“D*mn it!”

He quickly scooped her up and rushed to the underground parking.

Speeding all the way, he drove her to the hospital.

Cecilia had no idea why he was suddenly so anxious or where he was taking her. All she knew was that the

surroundings were unusually quiet.

“Where are you taking me, Nathaniel?”

Before Nathaniel could answer that, she had already passed out.

In the hospital late at night, the doctor diagnosed Cecilia’s condition as a recurring issue after he

He staunched the bleeding and prescribed smedicine for her.

Subsequently, he said to Nathaniel, “It’s likely due to excessive physical activity. Her ears are inherently different

from those of an average person, making her prone to bleeding.”

After the doctor had left, Nathaniel returned to the ward, seemingly having regained his composure.

Cecilia lay on the hospital bed, her complexion unusually pale. It seemed as if the light had faded. from her eyes.

Nathaniel walked forward, one step at a time.

“Why didn’t you tell me

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Cecilia didn’t answer that but slowly turned to him with a vacant look in her eyes. “Where's Eli, Nathaniel?”

“As I've told you, he’s at a very safe place. As long as you behave and stay at Daltonia Villa, he'll be fine.

Nathaniel’s expression was no better either.

His fever had subsided, but his cold was still as severe as ever, his throat feeling dry and scratchy.

Upon hearing that, Cecilia lowered her gaze slightly. “I don’t understand. Don’t you dislike me? Why are you so

insistent on havingstay at Daltonia Villa?”

Nathaniel’s unfathomable eyes shimmered mysteriously.

“Because it’s what you owe me!”