When Her "Death" Couldn't Break Him

Chapter 571 My Confidence Is From You

At Nathaniel’s words. Cecilia was left without a retort. She lowered her head and ate silently. She didn’t quite understand what was wrong with her either. It was as if she was afraid to accept. help or kindness from others, fearing that she would end up owing them a favor.

It was also precisely for that reason that she never told Vivian and Nathaniel about it being Queenie and Cassandra who harmed her and Elliot even though she knew that it was them.

As Nathaniel listened to the sounds of her eating, he felt somewhat helpless.

The feeling of being ignored was truly unbearable.

Throughout the meal, he hardly ate anything.

When it was time to leave, Cecilia reached out and took his hand. “Let’s go.”

Unexpectedly. Nathaniel remained seated without budging an inch.

Cecilia was bewildered.

“Are you leaving or not?”

Is this guy throwing a tantrum?

Shooting to his feet, Nathaniel pulled her into his arms in one fluid motion.

At the overly tight hug, Cecilia found it somewhat hard to breathe. She patted him on the arm. “Let go, please. Why do you keep hugging me out of the blue?”

They were going to leave, so the door of the private room was left open.

Having just finished their meal in the adjacent private room, both Cassandra and Nicholas happened to witness that scene upon stepping out.

Nicholas froze in his tracks.

Dumbfounded, Cassandra exclaimed, “I didn’t expect to see Nathaniel and Cecilia here. Despite having been married for so many years, they’re surprisingly still so lovey–dovey.”

Nicholas‘ gaze was gloomy, and his fists were clenched tightly.

Finally, Nathaniel dropped his hold on Cecilia, and they went out together.

Just as they stepped out, their gazes met with Nicholas and Cassandra’s.

Cecilia couldn’t help but feel awkward.

Worried that Nathaniel was unaware of their presence, Cassandra spoke up first. “Nathaniel, Cecilia, you two are celebrating Valentine’s Day too?”

At that question, Nathaniel cast his gaze in the direction of Cecilia.

“Yeah,” Cecilia replied.This is property © of NôvelDrama.Org.

Right in front of her, Cassandra held Nicholas‘ arm.

“Nicholas and I are doing the same. What an incredible coincidence that we all patronized the same restaurant.”

On second thought, I wish we had driven a bit further. Then, we wouldn’t have run into them both.

Cecilia flashed her a polite smile in response. She wanted to lead Nathaniel away, but Cassandra just wouldn’t let her go.

“What happened to your face, Cecilia? Why is there such a large bandage on your face?”

“I sustained a minor injury,” Cecilia replied.

Cassandra feigned sympathy. “You’re practically disfigured, huh? Thankfully, Nathaniel can’t see it.”

First, she spoke of me being disfigured, then of Nathaniel being blind. What an expert in mockery!

Originally, Cecilia didn’t want to engage in a war of words with her, but she simply couldn’t hold back after hearing such unpleasant words.

She looked right into Cassandra’s eyes.

“I think I’d still be prettier than you even if my face were disfigured. Otherwise, why would you be so keen on seeing me disfigured?”

What she meant by that was have let Cassandra know that she had already known that it was her doing.

Cassandra’s expression stiffened noticeably.

Undeniably, she was fearful of giving the game away in front of Nicholas. “How confident of you to say that, Cecilia.”

“My confidence is from you, no?”

Cecilia took Nathaniel’s hand before adding, “But you should also be careful with your face. After all, I’m just an ordinary person, but you’re a dancer. The face of a dancer is likely more important than mine, right?”

Cassandra understood that she was being threatened, and her gaze turned icy.

Watching as Cecilia led Nathaniel away, she seethed with frustration.

“Did you hear that, Nicholas? She wants to disfigure me? I just said a word or two!”

wild.”

Meanwhile, Cecilia and Nathaniel finally made it downstairs.

Once they had gotten into the car. Nathaniel suddenly grasped Cecilia’s hand.

“Is it embarrassing to be with me?”