When Her Death Couldn't Break Him novel Chapter 236

Nathaniel unconsciously snubbed the cigarette in his hand.. 

He initially thought that Cecilia would burst into tears and throw a tantrum or slap him as she did. in the past when she came out of the bathroom. 

However, none of that happened. Instead, she was extraordinarily calm. 

“I’m going out for a stroll.” 

Cecilia’s voice was hoarse, and she left the office right after saying that without waiting for Nathaniel’s approval. 

For some inexplicable reason, she sensed multiple odd gazes fixed on her as she did so though there were hardly any people there. 

By the time she stepped out of the building, the sky was somewhat overcast. At some point in time, a drizzle had begun again. 

She stood in the rain with a hint of desolation in her eyes.. 

As she walked down the street, she was oblivious to an unassuming black car quietly trailing behind her. 

Utter worry was reflected in the eyes of the person in the car. 

“Pull over.” 

“Understood.” 

Soon, the car came to a halt. 

In the car, Calvin snagged an umbrella and jacket before he alighted from the vehicle, standing 

tall. 

Holding an umbrella in one hand, he quickly walked up to Cecilia. 

The umbrella blocked the rain. As soon as Cecilia turned her head, she was greeted by the sight of Calvin’s strikingly handsome face. 

Calvin handed her the jacket. “Put this on.” 

Right then, Cecilia’s clothes were wet from the rain. 

She took the jacket, draping it over her shoulders. “Thank you.” 

Then, she asked, “Why are you here?” 

Calvin came specifically to seek her out, but fearing that it might pressure her, he fibbed, “I just happened to wrap up some business nearby and ran into you.” 

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“How did it go?” Cecilia asked. 

“Very smoothly.” 

Calvin flashed her a tender smile. 

He proceeded to offer, “To celebrate, how about I take you out for dinner?” 

Cecilia quickly shook her head. “Nathaniel sent a bodyguard to tail me. If he were to find out that we went out to eat, he would undoubtedly get mad.” 

For some reason, a sense of bitterness stung Calvin’s throat. 

“Do you not trust me, Ceci?” 

Cecilia looked at him in puzzlement, only to hear him continue, “I’m not afraid of Nathaniel. Now that your plan has been completed, we can go back. You don’t have to restrain yourself because of him.” 

Cecilia didn’t know how to respond to that. 

It wasn’t that she didn’t trust Calvin or feel that he was inferior to Nathaniel. She simply felt that she had caused him too much trouble despite being mere friends. 

At her silence, understanding dawned upon Calvin.