When Her "Death" Couldn't Break Him

Chapter 1231 Cannot Stop Crying

Maybe he’s just toying with you. He doesn’t have to take any responsibility.

Nathaniel’s words echoed around Cecilia like a haunting melody. In an instant, her eyes welled up with Tears.

“So that’s how you’ve seen me all along,” she said, her voice bitter. “You’ve always asked me why I refused to remarry. Do you understand now? In your eyes, I’m just a woman whose feelings can be toyed with by others.”

Her voice trembled as she continued, “Nicholas, Eric, Calvin–these three men. Do you think less of me because I have a child and am still entangled with them?”

Cecilia vividly remembered the first time Nathaniel had misunderstood her relationship with Calvin, wrongly believing something had happened between themh.

But during those four to five years abroad, not once had she even held Calvin’s hand. Their relationship had remained firmly in the realm of friendship.

Nathaniel stared at Cecilia’s reddening eyes and only then realized he had spoken out of turn. Regret hit him instantly.

He stepped forward to embrace her, but Cecilia recoiled, her emotions overwhelming her. Tears began to stream down her cheeks, one after another. She didn’t know why she was crying, but the injustice of it all felt too much to bear.

In her life, Nathaniel was the only significant man she had been involved with. There had been no other men, despite what he may have thought.

But deep down, it seemed that Nathaniel always harbored the belief that she might be with someone else.

“All right, let’s leave it at that. Let go of me, I need some time alone,” Cecilia said, her voice barely above a whisper.

Nathaniel’s shoulders were damp with her tears. Panic gripped him as he gently wiped her face, his touch tender but frantic. “Don’t cry. I didn’t mean it that way he murmured, his voice laced with guilt.

But Cecilia’s tears wouldn’t stop. Perhaps it was the pregnancy hormones amplifying her emotions, or maybe it was simply the accumulation of everything that had happened.

“Move aside. I want to go home,” she demanded, trying to pry his hands away.

Nathaniel, filled with regret and fear, wasn’t going to let her leave so easily. “Let’s eat first. We can talk about going back later,” he coaxed, trying to soothe the situation.

Regret gnawed at him, his earlier words replaying in his mind. He was afraid–terrified, really–that Cecilia might slip away from him for good, that she might truly not want him anymore.

With a sense of urgency, Nathaniel fetched the bowl of oatmeal again and tried to feed it to Cecilia.Ccontent © exclusive by Nô/vel(D)ra/ma.Org.

“I’m not hungry.” She felt like throwing up and had absolutely no desire to eat anything,

“Just a little, it’s not good for you to go hungry,” he pleaded But Cecilia had had enough. She pushed the spoon away, her voice sharp. “I said I’m not hungry. Stop pushing.”

Her forceful push caused the oatmeal to spill, splashing onto the table and the floor. Nathaniel, normally so particular about cleanliness, didn’t show any frustration.

“All right, I won’t push you,” he said gently, “I’ll clean up.”

With that, he stood and began tidying the mess himself Cecilia, exhausted both physically and emotionally, lay back on the bed, her mind in turmoil.

Meanwhile, Eric was waiting at the international airport, staring at his phone. Marcus, stood by, shaking his head in disapproval.

“I warned you, didn’t I? You can’t mess with a married woman. Now her husband’s found out, hasn’t he?” Marcus said, his voice a mixture of exasperation and amusement.

Though he hadn’t heard exactly what Nathaniel had said on the call, Marcus could easily guess.

Eric’s indifferent expression didn’t change. “If her husband really loved her, why did he leave her abroad alone for four or five years with two kids?” he retorted, his voice sharp with defiance.

“You really are out of your mind.”

Eric ignored Marcus‘ warnings. Trust me, they won’t make it.”

He didn’t believe Nathaniel had any real hold over Cecilia. From his perspective, if Nathaniel hadn’t been. able to see for years, how could he possibly compete with someone like Eric?

Nathaniel’s sole advantage was his sons with Cecilia.