When Her Death Couldn't Break Him (Cecilia and Nathaniel) novel Chapter 1694

When Her “Death” Couldn’t Break Him 

Chapter 1694 Not Important 

Not important? 

Charlotte felt as if the ground beneath her had crumbled. Her voice rose, tinged with desperation. “What do you mean it’s not important? It’s important to me! I need you to answer me right now–do you like me or 

not?” 

Her fiery temper simmered dangerously close to boiling over. 

If he likes me or doesn’t, he could just say it. What does he mean by “it’s not important“? 

Her grip tightened on his shirt, wrinkling the fabric in her hands. A flicker of impatience flashed in Sven’s 

eyes. 

“I don’t,” he said curtly. 

He had been blind before, unable to judge people’s true character. But now he was certain–Charlotte was no different from his former fiancée. How could he possibly still have feelings for her? 

Hearing his words, Charlotte felt her once–burning heart grow cold. 

“Really?” she whispered, her voice trembling. 

“Can you leave now?” Sven said, his tone flat and unyielding. 

Charlotte remained frozen in place, unwilling to leave without answers. 

“Do you really not like me?” she asked, her frustration spilling over. “Then why did you agree to date me in the first place?” 

“In this world, does being in love mean we have to stay together forever?” Sven’s voice was calm, each word deliberate. “Before we fell in love, maybe we didn’t fully understand each other. Now that we do, it’s clear we’re not right for each other.” He turned to head back into his room but paused, unable to resist adding coldly, “Aren’t you already with Eric? Isn’t one enough for you?” 

What does that mean? 

Charlotte froze, his words stinging like a slap. Her frustration boiled over, and without thinking, she swung her fist at him in a fit of anger. 

Sven could have dodged–it would have been easy–but for some reason, he didn’t. Her punch landed squarely on his face. 

“Why didn’t you dodge?” Charlotte demanded, her anger momentarily replaced by shock. Her punches weren’t ordinary, and sure enough, when she pulled her hand back, she saw a dark bruise forming on Sven’s sharp features. 

Sven’s expression darkened further, his voice as cold as ice. “Are you satisfied now?” 

Seeing his now icy and indifferent demeanor, Charlotte realized that persisting any further would be meaningless. Her hand slowly dropped to her side. “All right, I understand,” she said quietly, her voice tinged with resignation. “I’ll leave now. I wish you happiness in the future.” 

As she turned to leave, an unbearable ache gripped her chest, as though her heart was shattering into pieces. 

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But after taking a few steps, she suddenly stopped and turned back. Her voice trembled slightly as she spoke, “Sven, I’m not with Eric. His parents are pressuring him to get married, and he asked me to pretend to be his girlfriend.” 

Before he could respond, she turned and fled, as if escaping the weight of her own words. She didn’t notice the storm of emotions that erupted in Sven’s eyes. 

He stood motionless by the door, watching her silhouette disappear into the night. A sinking realization began to take hold–had he misunderstood her all along? 

Early the next morning, Sven decided to seek out Charlotte for some answers, only to learn that she had left early to accompany Cecilia to the Jamieson Group. 

“Why did she leave so early?” he asked.