When Her "Death" Couldn't Break Him

Chapter 120 Not My First Time Seeing ItBelongs to (N)ôvel/Drama.Org.

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Nathaniel didn’t pause; he scoffed coldly, “It seems like Calvin doesn’t love you as much as you think. How long has he been neglecting you?”

This time, Cecilia was truly infuriated. When she came to her senses and raised her hand to strike him again, Nathaniel decisively grabbed her wrist. “Did I hit a nerve?”

Cecilia didn’t feel like explaining at all. Over the years, her relationship with Calvin was just like that of ordinary friends. “It seems like your desperation now is because Stella doesn’t love you, isn’t it?”

Two can play this game.

Nathaniel sneered coldly, “I’m not like you.” He had never laid a finger on Stella.

Cecilia laughed, “What’s so different? We’re two of a kind. You think you’re any better than me? I used to think you were deeply affectionate, but now it seems that was all there was to it. Does. Stella know what you’ve done?”

Nathaniel was not at all angry. He didn’t respond but firmly held Cecilia in his embrace. Cecilia bit down hard on his shoulder. Nathaniel sharply inhaled in pain, yet he didn’t let her go. Instead, he lowered his head and kissed her.

Over the years, he had dreamt of this scenario countless times. Cecilia was taken aback, realizing that now wasn’t the time to be angry–rather, it was an opportunity to seize. She ceased to resist.

Under the veil of darkness, Nathaniel could not discern Cecilia’s expression. However, noticing her change, he was evidently puzzled. His voice was hoarse as he asked, “It seems like you’re cooperating with me?”

Cecilia’s pupils constricted. The next moment, Nathaniel paused and promptly turned off the bedside lamp. Instinctively, Cecilia shielded her own body. Nathaniel’s voice caught in his throat. “It’s not like it’s my first time seeing it,” he paused, before changing the subject, “Does Calvin know how honest your body is? Hmm?”

Cecilia was caught between anger and embarrassment, looking at him in disbelief.

Is he taking me for a fool?

When Nathaniel regained his composure, he glanced at Cecilia without uttering another word. He then got up and headed to the bathroom, where he showered under cold water for quite a

while.

Afterward, he returned and once again embraced Cecilia, drifting off into a deep slumber. Cecilia, however, found sleep elusive.

Her mind was not only occupied by the events of the evening but also by the words spoken by Nathaniel. She clenched her palm tightly, unsure of how much time had passed. Only when

She wasn’t sure where to go, so she ended up on the balcony. There, she braced against the cold wind and listened to the sound of rain outside. After an indeterminable length of time had passed, the occasional murmur from Nathaniel’s sleep talk could be heard within the room.

“Cecilia. I’m not feeling well… You heartless creature, you shouldn’t have come back…

When Cecilia returned to the room, she could hear herself being cursed. Suddenly, she felt as if the years of affection she felt for him were particularly unworthy.

Standing at the edge of the bed, she peered at the face she had adored for almost half her life under the dim light. A sudden urge to slap it hard washed over her, but in the end, she held herself back.

Indeed, I’m heartless. I should have let you keep mistreating me after you started, shouldn’t I? I should have always been at your service, never leaving your side, right?”

Nathaniel fell into a high fever once again. In his delirious state, he listened to Cecilia’s complaints. Annoyed, he closed his eyes and reached out for her.

Cecilia took a step back, avoiding him, before she opened the bedroom door and left. Not long after she left, she heard the heavy thud of a man falling onto the floor in the bedroom.

This time. Cecilia didn’t show any mercy. She spent the night on the living room couch downstairs.

When Nathaniel woke up, he was plagued by a throbbing headache, accompanied by a slight fever. He realized he was once again lying on the ground.

Looking up toward the bed, he noted the absence of Cecilia, and his brows furrowed in confusion. Stepping out of the bedroom and standing on the second floor, he spotted a small figure curled up on the couch.