When Her Death Couldn't Break Him novel Chapter 200

Chapter 200 Do You Not Love Me Anymore 

Nathaniel’s eyes were bloodshot as he frantically searched the house, moving from room to room with growing desperation. He was so desperate that he even considered sending someone to check the airport, but just as he was about to make the call, he spotted her sitting in a chair in the backyard. The sight of her finally allowed his tense heart to relax, releasing the breath he hadn’t realized he was holding. 

Unable to sleep, Cecilia had stepped outside to catch a breeze. She noticed Nathaniel approaching, his face flustered and tense. 

She had assumed he wouldn’t return that day. 

Their eyes met, and without a word, Nathaniel closed the distance between them, pulling her into his arms with a desperate urgency. 

In the dim light, Cecilia’s body stiffened slightly. She was oblivious to the redness in his eyes and the anxiety that had gripped him moments before. 

“Why aren’t you in the room at this hour?” Nathaniel’s voice was deep and husky. 

Cecilia blinked, genuinely puzzled by his question. “Why do I have to be in the room at this hour?” 

Nathaniel was taken aback, momentarily lost for words. He didn’t know what to say, nor could he understand why he had panicked when he thought she had disappeared. 

Before he could gather his thoughts, Cecilia broke the silence. “Is Stella okay?” 

“Her neck was slashed. She’s still in the hospital undergoing treatment,” Nathaniel replied honestly. 

Her neck was slashed? 

Cecilia couldn’t help but marvel at Stella’s determination. The woman was truly willing to go to any lengths, even harming herself, to achieve her goals. 

“Did they catch the person who did it?” she asked. 

Nathaniel’s expression hardened at the mention of it. “No, they haven’t. But the investigation showed that, aside from the obsessed fan, the others involved were Calvin’s bodyguards.” 

Upon hearing his words, Cecilia slowly lifted her head to meet his gaze, still nestled in his arms. “What are you implying?” 

Nathaniel noticed the shift in her mood, his Adam’s apple bobbing slightly. “Did you tell Calvin anything?” 

He didn’t believe Cecilia would ever harm Stella. But that didn’t mean Calvin wouldn’t take matters into his own hands for Cecilia’s sake. 

A lump formed in Cecilia’s throat, and her eyes welled with tears. “So, you think I asked Calvin to hurt her?” 

After all these years, Cecilia had convinced herself that she’d let go of Nathaniel. But the sting of being wrongly accused cut deep, more painful than she could have anticipated. 

Her sorrowful gaze was like a needle, piercing straight into Nathaniel’s heart. He struggled to find. the right words, his voice barely audible. “Stella once saved my mother. I can’t let her die here in Tudela. If you have a problem with her, tell me. But don’t drag another men into it.” 

Cecilia pushed him away, her gaze hollow. “Why do you think I have a problem with her? Why do you think I would want to harm her and even get Calvin to do it? Where’s your proof?” 

Before Nathaniel could respond, she continued, “If there was ever any animosity between Stella and me, it was because of you. But now…” 

She paused, a bitter smile tugging at her lips. “What makes you think that after five years, I’m still in love with you–enough to hurt another woman for your sake?” 

In the pitch–dark night, the cold wind howled, cutting through the air like a blade. Nathaniel stood there, feeling the chill seep into his bones, as if the warmth had been drained from his soul. He took a step closer to Cecilia, his voice tight with disbelief. “What did you just say?” 

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Cecilia met his icy gaze head–on, enunciating each word with deliberate clarity, “I may be foolish, but I’m not foolish enough to harm someone over a man.” 

Nathaniel’s breath hitched as if the air had been knocked out of him.