When Her Death Couldn't Break Him (Cecilia and Nathaniel) novel Chapter 1940

Chapter 1940 Jason Decides To Help
She rarely drank and had a low tolerance.

After a few glasses, she felt a buzz settling in. The pressure from her parents about marriage surfaced in her mind, followed closely by the memory of that disastrous blind date with Alec. Tipsy and emotional, she began venting. “Magnus, do you ever feel like life is just... exhausting?” she said, her tone edged with bitterness. “Why are my parents always so obsessed with getting me married off?”

Seeing her like this, Magnus gently reached out and held her hand. “Parents can be like that sometimes. Try not to let it get to you.”

“I'm not upset,” Chelsea muttered, sniffing. “I just don't understand. I'm doing perfectly fine on my own. I really don't want to get married. And if I ever decide I want a child, can't I just opt for IVF? My parents... they just don't see the world clearly. They don't pay enough attention to what's going on. There's so much greed, so much cruelty out there.”

As she finished speaking, she gently pulled her hand back.

Then she looked at him, eyes slightly glassy but suddenly serious. “Magnus... we're good friends, right? You're not thinking of courting me, are you? I really, really don't want to get married.”

Magnus blinked, momentarily stunned. A flicker of emotion passed through his eyes—something unreadable, but gone too quickly to catch. Had she not been so tipsy, she might have noticed.

“Why aren't you saying anything? Come on, speak up! If you're really trying to pursue me, I suggest you give up now. I have zero intention of getting married.” Chelsea just didn't want to mislead anyone. But she was too naive. she still believed the world was full of people who respected honesty.

Magnus quickly put on a serious face. “Chelsea, you're drunk. Of course I see you as a friend.”

Only then did her tense expression ease. She let out a smile and waved her hand. “I'm not drunk. I'm completely sober. Let's keep drinking!”

Without waiting for a response, she picked up another glass and knocked it back.

Magnus made no move to stop her. In fact, he wanted her to get drunk. The more she drank, the easier it would be to cross the line she'd just so clearly drawn. After all, if Chelsea remained clear-headed, how could he ever get close enough to exploit her?

Once again, Magnus gestured to the bartender to bring over more wine.

“Drink a little more. It helps when you're feeling down,” he said gently.

Chelsea didn't suspect a thing. Glass after glass, she kept drinking.