When Her "Death" Couldn't Break Him

Chapter 217 Difficult To Understand Her

The bodyguard had been following Cecilia. As Sven’s car was a taxi, he didn’t give that matter much thought and responded truthfully, “Ms. Smith just took a taxi. It seems like she’s headed. toward Daltonia Villa.”

The tension in Nathaniel’s heart eased slightly after he learned Cecilia was still in Tudela.

Yet, he couldn’t comprehend why Cecilia had suddenly returned to Daltonia Villa. “Do you know why she went back?”

“I don’t know.” The bodyguard was stationed outside, oblivious to what had happened within the house.

Nathaniel ended the call, instructing someone to arrange a car, intending to return to Daltonia Villa immediately.Content is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

On the road, Nathaniel dialed Cecilia’s number again.

Still, no one answered.

He instructed the driver to return as quickly as possible.

At the same time, Cecilia had already arrived at Daltonia Villa. After bidding farewell to Sven, she stood at the entrance of the villa, not stepping inside.

A fine mist of rain settled on her shoulders. Braving the cold wind, she stood rooted in her spot with a look of confusion in her cycs.

She wasn’t sure how much time had passed when the sound of a car engine came from behind her. She turned her head to look and saw a Range Rover driving toward her.

Before she had a chance to react, Nathaniel had already rushed out of the car, swiftly pulling her into his arms. “Why didn’t you answer the phone?”

“Are you here to find fault against me?” Cecilia asked with evident disappointment in her eyes.

Nathaniel was somewhat baffled. She was the one who left without a word, wasn’t she? And wasn’t she also the one who didn’t answer the phone, so why couldn’t I find fault against her?

Cecilia pushed him away, braving the rain as she made her way into the mansion. “We only have half a month left. I think we shouldn’t waste our time anymore.”

Nathaniel’s eyes suddenly grew cold. He quickly followed her, seizing her wrist in one swift motion. “What do you mean?”

Cecilia paused, looking at him through the misty drizzle. “I don’t understand why you suggested a one–month marriage. I believe the outcome will remain the same, regardless. Can you give me back Eli now? Let’s part ways, all right?”

Nathaniel looked at her incredulously. “Are you saying this because of what I did to you in Rainsworth Manor?” His hand gently grazed her cool Cecilia cheeks. “I promise I’ll respect your will next time.”

“Aren’t you here because of Lily?” There was a look of confusion in Cecilia’s eyes.

Nathaniel’s hand stiffened, finally realizing that they had misunderstood each other.

“Of course not.”

“You’re not here to find fault against me?” Cecilia asked again.

“Why would I blame you for something uncertain when I haven’t even asked you about it?” Nathaniel responded solemnly.

A flicker passed through Cecilia’s eyes as she gazed upon his familiar face as if she was transported back to the moment they first met.

She didn’t assume Nathaniel had changed just because of his remark. Instead, she took a step back.

“In that case, you should come find me only after you’ve figured things out.” With that, she quickly stepped into the room.

Feeling the lingering cold from the weather, Cecilia locked her bedroom door and headed to the bathroom. She then filled the bathtub with warm water.

Once the bathtub was filled, Cecilia immersed herself in it. Instantly, a blanket of warmth. enveloped her entire body.

Meanwhile, in the living room, Nathaniel wore a grimace, his suit soaked through by the rain.

“Make sure to ask the housekeeper who cleaned the room thoroughly why Cecilia really left,” Nathaniel instructed the bodyguard. To be precise, I want to know why she’s angry.

“Understood.”

After the bodyguard left, Nathaniel didn’t change his clothes. Instead, he listened to the sound of water coming from the bathroom.

He found it increasingly difficult to understand Cecilia.

In the past, no matter what occurred, she would always inform him right away.

But now, she had chosen to evade him and distance herself.

Half an hour later, Cecilia finally emerged from the bathroom, wrapped in her bathrobe. Immediately, her eyes fell upon Nathaniel, who had already made his way into her room. “How did you get in?”