When Her Death Couldn't Break Him (Cecilia and Nathaniel) novel Chapter 1685

When Her “Death” Couldn’t Break Him 

Cecilia froze as she stared at Queenie’s hand reaching toward her. When Queenie’s fingers gently rested on her cheek, their warmth reminded Queenie this wasn’t a dream. 

Queenie’s eyes glistened, and her voice trembled. “Ceci…” 

Cecilia responded softly, “I’m here.” 

“I wasn’t dreaming. You’re really here,” Queenie murmured, her voice filled with emotion. “I thought you’d… disappeared again.” She had been trapped in a long nightmare, repeatedly seeing her daughter taken from her, always envisioning Cecilia refusing to forgive her. 

Cecilia watched her silently, unsure of how to respond. 

At that moment, Nathaniel walked in, carrying a glass of water. 

As Queenie sipped, the doctor arrived to perform a series of tests. The activity in the room stirred Caliste, who came rushing in. 

“Is Mdm. Queenie awake?” she asked Cecilia. 

Cecilia nodded. “Yes, she’s awake.” 

Caliste reached for her phone. “I’ll let Ms. Evans know immediately.” 

But just as she was about to dial, the doctor gestured for her to come inside. Caliste promptly entered, switching off her phone before mentioning anything to Cassandra. 

Shortly after Cecilia and Nathaniel stepped out, Caliste called them back in. 

Queenie gestured weakly for Cecilia to come closer. 

Cecilia walked over to her bedside. 

With a faint smile, Queenie said, “I’m sorry to have troubled you. You stayed up all night watching over me. I’m alright now; you should go back and rest.” 

“All right.” Cecilia nodded. As long as Queenie was awake, that was enough. 

Once Cecilia and Nathaniel had left, Queenie slumped back against the bed, her breaths labored. 

“I don’t know why. I barely know her, yet seeing her sick and in the hospital worries me.” 

Nathaniel patted her shoulder reassuringly. “Don’t worry. The Jamieson family has the resources to ensure she gets the best medical care. She’ll be fine.” 

“Right.” Cecilia nodded absently. 

Once they reached home, Cecilia headed toward her room, only to realize Nathaniel was following her. Turning around, she frowned. “Why are you following me? Go back to your own room.” 

It was already five in the morning, and dawn was approaching. 

Nathaniel looked at her, his expression unreadable. “Why don’t we share the room?” 

Cecilia’s eyes narrowed as she pulled her hand away. “No.” 

Nathaniel wanted to protest, but Cecilia quickly shut the door, leaving him standing alone in the hallway.