When Her Death Couldn't Break Him (Cecilia and Nathaniel) novel Chapter 1891

Chapter 1891 Diagnosed With A Mental Disorder
The next morning, it was just a little after eight. Cecilia tried to get up from bed, but Nathaniel's strong arm held her down again, pulling her tightly back into his embrace.

“You're already awake?” Nathaniel's voice had that groggy, lazy tone to it.

Cecilia frowned a bit and tried to pry his arm away, but no matter how much she struggled, it didn't budge. Feeling a little helpless, she finally gave up. “I need to get to work. Let go so I can get up.”

Nathaniel only tightened his hold. “Just a little longer. There's no rush.”

He was the boss, after all. No one was going to mark him late.

Cecilia sighed. “But I can't fall back asleep.”

Hearing that, Nathaniel slowly opened his eyes and looked straight at her small face, his lips curving into a slight smile. “Want to have a little fun again?”

Cecilia was speechless. She quickly shut her eyes. “No need. I'm tired. Let's just sleep.”

Seeing that, Nathaniel didn't push it. He just wrapped his arms around her and closed his eyes again. Truth be told, he hadn't slept this well in a long time.

But he kept holding Cecilia close. She couldn't relax or get comfortable. Sleeping in that position wasn't exactly restful.

Still, Nathaniel insisted on cuddling her. Left with no other choice, Cecilia pretended to be asleep.

By nine-thirty, she really couldn't take it anymore. She had to come up with an excuse. “Nathaniel, I'm hungry.”

Nathaniel's eyes snapped open. “Then let's go eat.”

“Okay.”

It was like she'd just gotten a royal pardon—Cecilia slipped right out of his arms and headed downstairs to the kitchen for breakfast.

Nathaniel's chef was truly top-tier. Breakfast looked like something straight out of a gourmet spread. Elliot and the others had all left earlier—students went to school, working adults headed to their jobs.

When Cecilia came down, the chef simply reheated the breakfast for her. She ate quickly, not wasting any time. Nathaniel sat nearby, watching her eat like a hungry little wolf, his gaze filled with warmth.

She wanted to see Stella in person and confirm the truth for herself.

“I sent you the address.”

“Got it.”

She hung up, and moments later, the address popped up on her phone. After glancing at it, she picked up her fork and resumed eating.

Nathaniel, still sitting across from her, finally asked, “That was Zachary? What did he say?”

“Cecilia hesitated, remembering that Nathaniel had once dated Stella. He'd said it was nothing serious, not even a hand-hold. Still, she felt a little uneasy.

She looked at him. “Zachary said Stella was diagnosed with a mental disorder and has been committed to a psychiatric hospital. I plan to go visit her later.”

She raised her eyes to meet his. “You want to come along?”