When Her "Death" Couldn't Break Him

Chapter 266 I Do Not Want Anything

That evening, Cecilia returned to her room to rest. Lying in bed, she closed her eyes, but the image of Nathaniel’s expression as he left kept surfacing in her mind. She had only seen that look on his face once before–during their wedding, after he had been deceived.

A sense of unease gnawed at her, making it difficult for Cecilia to sleep.Original from NôvelDrama.Org.

Meanwhile, Nathaniel was staying at a top–tier hotel nearby, overlooking the streets below, hist expression icy cold.

Calvin had always thought Tudela was Nathaniel’s territory, but what he didn’t realize was that even in Tudela, Nathaniel exercised restraint.

Here, abroad, he didn’t care at all.

After Calvin’s accident, the Reese family had taken him away overnight and suppressed the news.

Unaware of the car accident, Cecilia woke up the next day and arranged to have the door repaired. She planned to stay temporarily, continuing to compose music. Once Nathaniel had. given up his pursuit, she would go find Martha and the others.

In the morning. Cecilia was getting ready to go out and buy groceries. She opened the door and stepped out, only to see Nathaniel standing next to a Maybach, smoking a cigarette. Upon seeing her, he immediately extinguished it and tossed the butt into a nearby trash bin.

Pretending not to see him, Cecilia walked in the opposite direction. After the scent of smoke on Nathaniel had somewhat dissipated, he quickly followed her.

“Cecilia!” he called out.

Cecilia paused, turning back to face him. “If I wasn’t clear enough yesterday, let me repeat myself today. I don’t want to be with you anymore. Please, let me go. Let’s part on good terms.”

A flicker of sadness passed through Nathaniel’s eyes. “Do you know how sleepless my nights have been since you left?”

Cecilia couldn’t help but chuckle coldly. “Can’t sleep? Maybe you should see a doctor.”

In their three years of marriage, she had spent more time unable to sleep than she could count.

Nathaniel’s throat tightened, and he pulled Cecilia into his arms, ignoring her resistance. “What do I have to do for you to come back?” he asked, his voice pleading.

The lingering scent of smoke on him made Cecilia nauseous. She fought the urge to retch and asked, “Did you read the letter I wrote to you?”

Nathaniel’s body stiffened.

Not Want Anyt

It felt like all the blood in Nathaniel’s body had turned to ice.

She continued, “I’m sorry. For all these years. I’ve held you back. But now, it’s over. I’ve set you free. Isn’t it only fair that you do the same for me?”

The person she fell for wasn’t him. She had set him free.

Nathaniel’s eyes reddened, and his throat tightened with pain. “No, it’s impossible!” he said, his voice cracking.

Cecilia couldn’t understand. He had been the one who didn’t care for her from the beginning, th one who always wanted to leave. So why was he now unwilling to let go?

Nathaniel tried to keep his composure, to avoid causing her pain. He lowered his voice. “I’ll return the Smith family’s assets to you, untouched and unchanged. Is that enough?”

Cecilia didn’t respond.

He continued, “I’ve also bought the Smith residence. If you come back, we can move in together. If you don’t want to stay there, we could go back to Sparaville, where you grew up. Would that be okay? Whatever you want to do or desire in the future. I’ll support you.”

Cecilia had never seen Nathaniel like this before. She pried his hand off, took a step back, and looked him square in the eye.

“I don’t want anything.”

All she wanted now was to live a peaceful, quiet life with her two children and Martha, without any disturbances. As for love and marriage, she had long since given up hope.