When Her Death Couldn't Break Him novel Chapter 194

Chapter 194 Their First Embrace 

Under the gentle light. Cecilia gazed at the all too familiar face before her, at a loss for words. 

Nathaniel lowered his head, planting a kiss on her forehead. 

Cecilia’s hand, lying on the blanket, subtly clenched. 

“I was a bit tired today. I don’t feel like it.” 

Nathaniel paused for a moment, holding her tightly and remaining silent. 

Cecilia leaned into his embrace, where she could hear the strong rhythm of his heartbeat. 

“Nathaniel…” 

“Hmm?.” 

“Do you still remember our first embrace?” Cecilia suddenly asked. 

Upon hearing the question, Nathaniel was reminded of the first time she held him. It was their wedding night. 

Her father had just passed away, yet he pulled her 

away. 

He wasn’t sure why Cecilia suddenly asked about it, so he thought she was blarning him. “What happened in the past, won’t happen again.” 

He seldom apologized, so this was his way of admitting a mistake. 

Cecilia looked up at him in confusion, not understanding what he meant by his words. 

Their first embrace occurred when she was still in school. He had braved the rain in the dead of night to come to her rescue when she was being bullied… 

How can he say it won’t happen again? 

In a low, introspective tone, Cecilia admitted, “I think it was then that I started to fall for you deeply, so very deeply…” 

Despite her telling him of her feelings for him, Nathaniel sensed that something was amiss. 

When they got married, he was absolutely 

sure that Cecilia loved him. 

Why did she say that she had just started to fall in love with me then? 

His confusion remained unresolved when Cecilia continued, “I thought you were truly amazing back then. I’ve always felt I wasn’t good enough for you, never once imagining that I could become your wife one day.” 

Nathaniel’s Adam’s apple subtly moved. 

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Chapter 194 Their First Embrace 

He too never thought he would end up marrying her. 

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When he first saw her, she was only ten years old, petite and slender. Yet, she had the most 

smile. 

“We can start over now,” Nathaniel suggested, as if compelled by some unseen force. 

Cecilia gazed at him deeply. “Can we really start over?” 

During her time abroad, she would often dream. In these dreams, Nathaniel would be filled with regret, begging her to come home and promising to treat her better. But each time she woke up, she would realize it was nothing more than a fleeting dream. 

Before she could get a response from Nathaniel, the doorbell rang. It was room service with their dinner. 

During dinner, the two of them unknowingly changed topics. 

At night, they lay together. After the lights were turned off. Nathaniel naturally pulled her into hist embrace and softly called out, “Ceci.” 

Cecilia had removed her hearing aid, unable to clearly hear his voice. 

After she had fallen asleep, she had a peculiar dream. In the dream, she felt like a small boat. adrift on the waves, uncertain of her destination. When she opened her eyes, Nathaniel was no longer by her side. Outside, the day was bright, and the wind gently swayed the white curtains. 

After changing her clothes, Cecilia picked up her phone and saw a message from Vivian. The text was about Stella’s apology. 

Cecilia had seen the message sent by the foreign assistant, stating that they were already arranging for compensation. 

After shutting off her cell phone, Cecilia stepped outside. She saw Nathaniel, clad in a black trench coat, standing under a large banyan tree. His towering figure was striking, and he was carrying something in his hand as he walked toward her. 

As she approached, Cecilia noticed what he was holding in his hands–two simple breakfasts. 

This was a specialty of Sparaville–spaghetti bread.