When Her Death Couldn't Break Him novel Chapter 195

Chapter 195 The Room 

Upon hearing this, Cecilia lifted her hand to gently pull Nathaniel closer. She then embraced him, planting a tender kiss on his lips. 

She had thought that would be the end of it, but Nathaniel set down his breakfast, his hand finding the back of her head as he deepened their kiss. 

For reasons unknown, even though they were engaged in the most intimate act, he couldn’t detect any hint of emotion in Cecilia’s eyes. 

Consequently, he bit down on her lift in indignance. 

In pain, Cecilia furrowed her brows tightly. She wanted to push him away, but he firmly held her hand. 

In retaliation, she bit back at Nathaniel, only ceasing when her mouth was filled with a metallic 

taste. 

Nathaniel was breathing heavily, his large hand cradling her face. “Look at me,” he implored, “say my name again.” 

When Cecilia looked up, she saw his bitten lip, seductively red. 

“Nathaniel.”” 

Her eyes were calm and undisturbed, no longer reflecting the passion she once had for him. 

A pang of emotion seized Nathaniel, with a hint of redness surfacing in his eyes. Without hesitation, he swept Cecilia off her feet. 

Despite her resistance, he placed her on the couch. 

“Say my name!” 

Cecilia couldn’t figure out what was going on with him. He was gentle one moment, and behaving otherwise in the nest. His mood was truly unpredictable. 

“Nathaniel!” 

A single, indifferent utterance, devoid of 

any emotion. 

Nathaniel listened, his heart feeling as though there was a knot in it. 

He didn’t say anything else. Instead, he just picked her up and carried her back to the room. 

Once the deed was done, their breakfast had turned cold. 

Nathaniel initially wanted to send someone to buy it again but was stopped by Cecilia. 

The room had a microwave. After heating up breakfast, the pair ate their meal and noticed the 

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flavors had changed. 

Suddenly, Cecilia understood what Nathaniel had previously meant by starting over. 

Just like this breakfast, once it had cooled down, even if it was reheated, it no longer tasted the same as before. 

After having breakfast, Nathaniel drove Cecilia back to the place where she had spent her Childhood, doing it as if he knew the way like the back of his hand. 

The surroundings of the dilapidated brick house had been meticulously tidied up. Devoid of any weeds or fallen leaves, it looked as if it was inhabited. 

While Cecilia was taken aback, a neighbor noticed their car. 

As she stepped out of the car, her neighbor couldn’t help but express her surprise. “Ceci! Aren’t you supposed to be dead?” 

Before Cecilia could react, Nathaniel had already exited the car from the other side, addressing the neighbor. 

“It was all a misunderstanding.” 

Having said that, he took the lead and headed toward the house. 

Cecilia was somewhat curious about how he got to know the neighbors there. 

She offered a polite smile to the lady neighbor, then followed Nathaniel inside, where everything was tidy and spotless. 

“You seem to know this place well?” she asked. 

Nathaniel paused, turning his head to look at her. “Because I knew you would return.” 

Unbeknownst to Cecilia, during the days of her absence, Nathaniel would often drive alone to this place, hoping to see her again. 

Over time, he had arranged for someone to come over and clean up. 

Cecilia gazed at his stern profile. “Why? What if I had really died?”