When Her "Death" Couldn't Break Him

Chapter 130 Sore Spot.

Stella’s words hit a sore spot for Nathaniel, as Stella and Calvin already had a child.

As soon as Nathaniel stepped away, he saw Cecilia and Darren engaged in conversation.

Upon seeing Darren depart, Nathaniel swiftly strode toward Cecilia.

“Are you done with your work? Shall we head home now?” Cecilia’s words were quite ordinary, but when they reached Nathaniel’s ears, they took on a different meaning.

Nathaniel felt as if his abdomen was on fire, yet he managed to stay lucid. “All right.”

He cast an inquisitive glance at Cecilia. “When did you start talking to Darren?”

Darren was a reserved character. Whenever he was hanging out with a few friends, he barely spoke.

Aside from his wife, Nathaniel had never seen Darren conversing with any other woman.

“He was the one who spoke to me first. I didn’t really say much to him,” answered Cecilia.

After listening to everything, Nathaniel didn’t ask any more questions.

He boarded his car after Cecilia did.

Cecilia was perplexed. How is he still lucid after drinking so much spiked wine?

Only Nathaniel knew just how awful he felt at that moment while trying to suppress his urge.

Impatiently, he adjusted his tie and leaned back against the chair. From where he sat, he could faintly catch the subtle fragrance that wafted from Cecilia.

Gradually, Cecilia began to notice that something was off with him. She realized that the effects. of the drug were kicking in. Seeing a sharp turn ahead, she threw herself directly at Nathaniel, her whole body landing on him.

That made Nathaniel let out a stifled grunt.

“I’m sorry. It wasn’t on purpose,” apologized Cecilia, purposefully taking her time to get up.

As the driver picked up a bit of speed, she feigned instability and dropped on his body again.Content rights by NôvelDr//ama.Org.

Nathaniel’s eyes narrowed slightly as he gazed at the woman who had fallen onto his lap. His throat felt dry and scratchy. “It wasn’t on purpose this time either?”

Pretending to have just noticed, Cecilia quickly sat straight up, her cheeks flushing.

She knew she couldn’t rush things that time, so she said, “Well, my hand was still worn out, and I accidentally touched it just now. That’s why…”

She paused for a moment, quickly averting her gaze. “I’m sorry.”

As Nathaniel observed her shyness, he suddenly felt an urge to ask the driver to leave the car.

However, he held himself back.

He was in no rush to figure out Cecilia’s intentions, especially when he had already waited for her for five years.

At last, they had arrived at Daltonia Villa.

Nathaniel left the car swiftly and proceeded to walk ahead.

Cecilia watched his still–composed figure, unable to help but admire him. Despite his body clearly reaching its limits, he surprisingly remained unaffected by her advances.

However, she didn’t believe he could resist for a whole night.

Cecilia quickened her pace, and as soon as she entered the door, she reached out and grabbed. hold of Nathaniel’s sleeve from behind. “Nathaniel.”

Nathaniel looked back at her with a serious gaze.

Cecilia slowly placed her hands on his arms, gently rising on her tiptoes, intending to kiss him. However, in the next moment, Nathaniel gradually pulled away from her.

“Do you remember what you said to me after you returned? Please, respect yourself.” After he finished speaking, he quickly ascended the stairs.

Before long, Cecilia heard the pitter–patter of water coming from the bathroom in Nathaniel’s room.

When Cecilia ascended the stairs, intending to enter his room, she was surprised to discover that his room door was locked from the inside.

She stood, stunned, at the doorway, unable to move her feet.

Then, she remembered what Elliot’s attending physician said about how it would be best for her to conceive within the year.

Otherwise, the situation with Elliot would not be promising.

However, Nathaniel seemed to have discovered something, always keeping her at arm’s length. Even if she wanted to approach him, there was nothing she could do about it.

The more Cecilia thought, the more agitated she became.