When Her "Death" Couldn't Break Him

Chapter 735 Jealous Of Calvin

This kiss was especially tender. Before long, Nathaniel pulled Cecilia closer again.

“Do you know how jealous I am of Calvin?”

Cecilia was stunned.

“I realize how important you are to me now. Back then, I was at fault. Will you come back to me?”

A tear fell on Cecilia’s shoulder.

She couldn’t believe it–Nathaniel, always so proud and aloof, was crying.

She raised her hand and gently embraced him, without telling him that this wasn’t a dream, but reality.

Nathaniel’s head started aching again. Soon, he couldn’t hold on any longer and had to lie down.

Cecilia looked at the now–sleeping Nathaniel and reached out to touch his eyes, which were still damp..

It was the first time she had ever seen Nathaniel cry.

It was the first time she realized that he could cry and cared about her.

Her throat felt inexplicably bitter as she sat at the bedside, slowly drifting off to sleep.

When she woke up again, she was lying on the bed. Turning her head, she saw Nathaniel’s tall figure standing by the floor–to–ceiling window.

He was smoking, as if everything was back to normal.

“Nathaniel,” Cecilia called out.

Hearing her voice, Nathaniel turned around. Before his eyes, everything was dark.

He walked toward her slowly. “You’re awake.”

“Yes. Are you okay?”

“Of course, I’m fine.”

Cecilia sighed with relief, about to talk about his condition from the past two days, when Nathaniel suddenly said, “Weren’t you dead? Did you come back from hell this time?”

Cecilia froze in place.

He hasn’t recovered at all.

“You’re the one who’s returned from hell,” she muttered under her breath.

Nathaniel approached her. “Isn’t that the case? Playing dead was fun, wasn’t it? Why didn’t you just stay dead? Why come back?”

He now realized that everything from last night wasn’t a dream, and that he was actually blind.

Before Cecilia could answer, he asked again, “Tell me, what did you do to me?”

Cecilia could only laugh helplessly. “What could I possibly do to you?”

“Why can’t I see?”

Nathaniel took a few steps forward, but Cecilia was ready for him and avoided his advance.

“Don’t get handsy. If you want to know, just listen to what I have to say first.”

Nathaniel sneered. “I’m not interested in you. Forget it.”

Cecilia could see right through him now. He was truly saying one thing while meaning another, stubborn to the core.

“Oh? And who was the one crying and asking why I hadn’t appeared in your dreams sooner last night?”

Mentioning the previous night made Nathaniel’s icy face look even worse. He leaned in, grabbing Cecilia’s hand tightly.

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He had fallen asleep only to wake up here, with Cecilia lying beside him.

If Cecilia hadn’t seen how Nathaniel was last night, she might have believed that he didn’t love her at all.

“This is a hospital. You’re sick. For any other questions, you can ask Mason when he gets here.”

Cecilia knew that compared to himself, Nathaniel placed more trust in Mason, who had always been by his side.

Nathaniel didn’t believe her. “You’re full of lies. I sent Mason to Azania yesterday.”

As he spoke, his grip tightened.

“Be gentle, that hurts.” Cecilia frowned.

“Do you even know what pain is?” Nathaniel’s voice dropped low. “Do you have any idea what I’ve been through these past two years?”

Cecilia knew that no matter what she said, he wouldn’t believe her right now.

So, she simply sat up and kissed Nathaniel on the cheek.

Nathaniel suddenly froze, loosening his grip.

Cecilia immediately pulled her wrist back and rubbed it.

She had no idea how much strength he had used, but it genuinely hurt.

She was about to leave when Nathaniel pinned her down on the bed again. “Who taught you that?”

His voice was slightly hoarse.

Cecilia couldn’t help but find his current state quite laughable. “It was just a kiss on your cheek. Do I need someone to teach me that?”

Nathaniel’s expression didn’t change, but Cecilia noticed that his carlobes had turned bright red, as if they were about to bleed.

Without knowing why, she raised her hand and touched his earlobe.

At that moment, Nathaniel grabbed her wrist again, but this time, with less force.

“Was it Calvin?”

“Can’t I be self–taught?”

Cecilia was a bit annoyed. No matter the situation, he always found a way to blame Calvin.

So, she leaned forward and kissed Nathaniel on the other cheek. “Believe me now? I taught myself.”

Nathaniel sneered. “Looks like I misjudged you. What else have you learned? Show me.”

He lowered his head, leaning in to kiss Cecilia.

Just then, Mason walked in with breakfast.

Mason had originally arranged for a subordinate to bring breakfast but decided to check on Nathaniel’s condition himself.

The door had been left ajar, and when Mason entered, he saw something he shouldn’t have.

“Mr. Sanders.”

Cecilia quickly covered her mouth and pushed Nathaniel away.

“Mason is supposed to be abroad handling business. Are you scared now?” Nathaniel taunted.

Cecilia was speechless. “Mason, say something!”