When Her Death Couldn't Break Him (Cecilia and Nathaniel) novel Chapter 420

Chapter 420 I Thought He Changed
Cecilia couldn't be bothered to argue further. Annoyed, she yanked the blanket around herself, leaving Nathaniel to lie quietly beside her.

“If you're going to stay here, then just sleep like this,” she grumbled.

After turning off the light, it didn't take long for Cecilia to fall asleep, her exhaustion finally catching up with her. Nathaniel, however, remained awake, listening to her even breathing. Gently, he pulled her closer into his arms, savoring the warmth of her presence.

The next morning, when Cecilia woke up, she found herself nestled against Nathaniel's firm chest. She slowly opened her eyes, and as she tilted her head back, she found herself staring directly into Nathaniel's handsome face.

Panicked, Cecilia quickly extricated herself from his embrace, careful not to wake him. She immediately threw on her coat and hurried out of bed.

As soon as she opened the bedroom door, she saw that Martha was already awake, sitting in the living room. Martha noticed her and smiled kindly. “Come here, Ceci,” she called out, “I'd like to have a word with you.”

Cecilia felt a bit embarrassed, certain that Martha had misunderstood the situation. Nevertheless, she followed Martha to her room, ready to explain herself. Once they were seated, Cecilia quickly said, “He was the one who insisted on staying last night. We didn't... do anything.”

Martha chuckled softly. “Ceci, there's no need to explain anything to me, this old woman,” she said gently. “I just want you to know that whatever decision you make, I will always stand by your side.”

Cecilia nodded, grateful for Martha's understanding.

Martha hesitated for a moment before adding, “I've noticed that Nathaniel has truly changed. It wouldn't be a bad idea for you to be with him. The older generation always says that it's best for couples to stay together, especially when you have a child.”

Cecilia listened in silence, unsure of how to respond. Finally, she simply said, “I'll think about it. Don't worry. The doctor will be here soon. You should rest a bit more before they arrive.”

“All right,” Martha agreed.

After their conversation, Cecilia left the room to contact the doctor. Once she finished making the necessary arrangements, Nathaniel came downstairs, fully dressed.

“Ceci,” he greeted her casually.

Cecilia, still feeling awkward about the previous night, chose not to engage with him. She intentionally ignored him, pretending to be busy.

“I'll go check.” Vivian set down her bag and, as if about to see a rare animal, made her way toward Nathaniel's room.

Before she could even knock, the door swung open, and a tall man stepped out. “Do we have any visitors?” Nathaniel asked.

Vivian, standing just a few feet away, observed him carefully. Despite his blindness, there was nothing unusual about his eyes. She couldn't help but feel a mix of pity and satisfaction. It was indeed retribution at its finest—such a sc*mbag of a man, now blind.

Before Cecilia could respond, Vivian spoke up. “Hello, I'm Vivian, Cecilia's childhood best friend. Do you remember me? You once escorted me to the police station.”

Nathaniel's expression remained unchanged as he replied, “I don't remember.”

Vivian's face fell, feeling a bit choked up by his cold response.

How could his attitude still be so terrible? Didn't Martha say he had changed?