When Her "Death" Couldn't Break Him

Chapter 278 She Used To Love Me Deeply

The message on Nathaniel’s screen read: Thank you for your assistance. To be honest, I’ve been in dire need of collaboration lately. Also, I’m not sure why you inquired about my divorce earlier, but I want to tell you that even though my marriage was less than perfect, it doesn’t mean all marriages are doomed. If you’re experiencing any issues in your own marriage, I hope you find a resolution. I wish for you and your wife to find happiness.

As Nathaniel read,

lengthy message, a complex mix of emotions surged through him. He couldn’t help but type out a response: But it seems like she doesn’t love me anymore, what should I do?

Cecilia was in a daze when she heard her phone ring. She picked it up and saw it was a message from the person in charge with whom she had signed a contract carlier. She hadn’t anticipated that the other party would actually be going through marital issues, nor did she expect them to respond so candidly.

Cecilia typed back: Is there some kind of misunderstanding between you two?

Nathaniel paused, considering his reply carefully: I wasn’t good to her in the past…

He quickly typed: She used to love me deeply.Published by Nôv'elD/rama.Org.

But just as he was about to send it, he deleted the message instead. After all, the person Cecilia had ever loved was never him.

After a lengthy silence, Nathaniel finally sent: I treated her poorly in the past. Now, she’s with someone else, and they even have a child.

Cecilia couldn’t have imagined that the person she was speaking to was actually Nathaniel. Even from a literal standpoint, she didn’t connect the situation to herself. She replied: I’m sorry, I don’t know how to help you.

Quickly, a response came from the other side: It’s all right, I won’t let her go, even if the one she loves

isn’t me!

Cecilia was about to respond, but the other party had already logged off. She considered leaving a comforting message for this kind–hearted individual who had assisted her when there was a knock on her bedroom door.

Nathaniel was standing there. “Awake yet?” he asked. “Get up and have breakfast.”

Cecilia quickly put her phone away. Nathaniel noticed her subtle actions, aware that she had been conversing with him just moments ago, and purposefully asked, “Who were you texting?”

Cecilia rose from the bed, her expression unchanged as she lied, “Vivian.”

Nathaniel didn’t press further.

After freshening up, Cecilia sat down in the dining room for a steaming hot breakfast. Her appetite had increased lately, but she found it difficult to stomach meat, the smell alone making her nauseous. However, she couldn’t reveal her discomfort in front of Nathaniel. She excused herself to the restroom, turned the faucet on full blast, and threw up quietly.

After breakfast, Nathaniel helped her into multiple layers of clothing. As they prepared to head out, he even draped his own overcoat over her. “Where are we going?” Cecilia asked, not feeling up to going out..

“The car’s warm. Get in first, and you won’t feel cold,” Nathaniel replied gently.

Cecilia reluctantly got into the car. As they drove, she recognized the familiar route and realized where Nathaniel was taking her. Half an hour later, they arrived at the Smith residence.

Cecilia hadn’t expected Nathaniel to actually buy this place. When she stepped inside, she found it immaculately tidied up, virtually unchanged from how it used to be. Nathaniel had instructed the heating to be turned on in advance, and the house was comfortably warm.

“How did Stella agree to sell it to you?” Cecilia asked.

When she had first returned to Tudela, she had wanted to buy back the Smith residence as well, but Stella had refused to sell it, even boasting, “Did you know? The first time I visited your house as a child, I swore to myself that this place would be mine one day.”