When Her Death Couldn't Break Him (Cecilia and Nathaniel) novel Chapter 1896

Chapter 1896 Just A Kiss
“How will you handle Magnus then?” Nathaniel asked seriously

He knew that Cecilia wasn't helping Magnus out of some deep affection, but rather for the sake of Regas. Magnus was, after all, Regas' only son.

“I haven't figured it out yet,” Cecilia replied, closing her eyes to rest for a bit. When she opened them, she said, “I'm not in a rush. I need to look into it more.”

Magnus hadn't reached out in so long, and now out of nowhere, he wanted her to set him up with someone. It made her suspicious—like there was something else going on beneath the surface.

“Fair enough.”

They soon reached the hospital, and the car came to a stop.

Just as Cecilia was about to step out, Nathaniel grabbed her hand. His deep, steady eyes locked onto hers. “Cecilia,” he said softly.

“What is it? Something else?” she asked, confused.

“Come a little closer.”

She leaned in without questioning him.

His lips brushed gently against her forehead.

The driver, sensing the moment, politely turned his gaze away.

Cecilia froze slightly, lowering her voice, “What are you doing?”

“It's nothing. Just a kiss on the forehead.”

For some reason, the idea of parting with her—even just for the night—left him uneasy.

Cecilia's face flushed deep red. She shot him an accusing look. “There are people around.”

“It's fine, no one can see,” Nathaniel said, completely unbothered.

Cecilia sighed deeply. “Unbelievable...”

As she tried to get out of the car again, Nathaniel kept holding her hand, not letting go. “I kissed you. Don't you think I deserve a kiss back?”

<i>Where did this shamelessness come from? I didn't even ask for a kiss.</i>

“Not at all—it's my job. But if you're ever too tired to come by every day, don't forget, you can call me anytime.”

“Got it, thank you.”

Once the caregiver left, Cecilia placed the things on the table and sat beside Queenie. “Mom, how're you feeling today? Any better? Still hurting?”

Queenie gave her a faint smile. “I feel much better now.”

“That's good to hear.”

While chatting, Cecilia stood up, washed some cherries, and brought them over to Queenie. “Here, have some fruit.”

“All right.”

The doctor had advised Queenie to eat more to build strength. But her appetite was nearly gone. Sometimes, she'd eat, only to throw it all back up.

Cecilia knew, but what else could she do? If she didn't at least try to get Queenie to eat, her condition would only get worse.