When Her Death Couldn't Break Him (Cecilia and Nathaniel) novel Chapter 1792

Chapter 1792 An Argument
“Why would I go back if you're not? I've made up my mind. If you're staying here to work for a year, then I'll do the same. We can go back together next year.” Zachary stated matter-of-factly.

Vivian was taken aback once again. Regaining her composure, she pleaded earnestly, “Most of the Sinclair family's businesses are in Tudela. Wouldn't your presence here just get in the way? Besides, Grandpa is getting on in years and needs someone by his side. You should really go back.”

Zachary's eyes were firmly fixed on her, hoping to discern something from her gaze.

“Vivian, why do I get the feeling that you don't want me here? Why is that?”

Vivian's throat tightened.

Zachary continued to speak. “Isn't it good that I'm here? We can take care of each other.”

Upon hearing his words, Vivian was utterly at a loss for an excuse.

She turned her head away, her hand tightening into a fist.

“I don't care. I just want to be alone. You can go back. I don't want to be with you.”

These words pierced Zachary's heart like a knife.

Suddenly, he felt the room become stifling, somewhat suffocating.

He feigned indifference, casually asking with a teasing tone, “You don't happen to have someone else, do you? Are you afraid I'll find out?”

He was joking, of course, but when he looked at Vivian, he was incredibly serious, fearing that she might actually admit to it.

“Of course not,” Vivian immediately denied. “I'm not that kind of woman. Regardless, we're married, so don't worry. Even if I were to stay here alone for a year, or even ten years, I would never betray you.”

She had her own moral boundaries.

Otherwise, after she initially parted ways with Ernest, she would have already found someone else instead of staying single the entire time.

Upon hearing this, Zachary finally breathed a sigh of relief.

“Well, if that's the case, there's no need for you to push me away. If you don't like living with me, that's fine. I can find another place and we can just meet up occasionally.”

“No way!” Vivian refused again.

However, Zachary was persistent. “I don't care. I'm staying right here. Wherever you are, that's where I'll be. You have to take responsibility for me. Even if you really can't stand me, you still have to put up with me.”

The two of them ended up in a stalemate.

She wasn't sure where to go and wandered aimlessly around. Picking up her phone, she called Cecilia, asking if she was free to hang out.

“No, I can't. I just arrived here today. I'll only be able to see you tomorrow,” Cecilia stated.

“Alright then,” Vivian replied with a sigh.

She was at her wits' end.

Since they were already there, she decided to make the best out of the circumstances by taking Zachary to various places to eat.

With Zachary by her side, Vivian didn't have to worry about spending a dime. Plus, she had a free pair of helping hands to carry her things.

In the early stages of her pregnancy, she found herself unable to stomach regular meals. Instead, she developed a peculiar fondness for what many would consider junk food, such as barbecue skewers.

Zachary had been accompanying her all the way, eating quite a bit himself. “Don't eat too much. Consuming too much of this stuff isn't good for your health.”

“If you insist on following me, don't say anything to upset me,” Vivian snapped as she chewed on her skewer.

Zachary had no choice but to keep quiet.