When Her "Death" Couldn't Break Him Novel

Chapter 106 A Clear Conscience Fears No Accusation

“Vivian, don’t worry, I’ll come to pick you up tomorrow.”

Vivian knew Cecilia was surely going to find Nathaniel, Grasping her hand, she said, “Geci, don’t force yourself. It’s just staying in here for free for seven days. I’m not scared. Don’t worry about me.”

After Cecilia headed out, she hopped into a taxi. As she unlocked her phone, she saw the post that Stella posted on Twitter.

Six words stood out: “A clear conscience fears no accusation!”

Hah! How well written, huh?

Cecilia tightly gripped her phone, her fingertips turning slightly pale.

She hurried to the company first, but only to learn from the secretary that Nathaniel had hired a new CEO and was currently resting at home.

Nathaniel is taking a break?

This was the first time she had heard of it.

Cecilia could only take another taxi and journeyed all the way to Daltonia Villa

Clearly, the security here knew she was coming and didn’t put up any resistance.

The vast mansion was particularly quiet, with the surrounding scenery largely unchanged from before.

As soon as Cecilia stepped through the door, she heard a loud bang

Without thinking, she used her fingerprint to unlock the door, and it opened automatically.

It was only then she discovered her fingerprint hadn’t been removed from the fingerprint lock. As she stepped into the room, scenes from her past began to play in her head

Locking past the entranceway, she saw Nathaniel lying on the ground.

The wound heard just now was him falling off the wa

When Ceria walked in, a faint scent of theco still lingered in the room.

“Mr. Kainsworth”

She approached the man, only to find him furrowing his brows deeply. His forehead was covered nadese beyer of fine vaest, his eyes shut in discomfort.This text is property of Nô/velD/rama.Org.

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She crouched down, placing her hand on his forehead, which was burning hot.

He’s running a fever.

Cecilia’s icy touch brought Nathaniel a moment of comfort. When she tried to withdraw her hand, he quickly grasped her wrist and pulled her toward him, causing her to nearly stumble.

onto him.

The two were so close to each other. In a daze, Nathaniel muttered, “You heartless creature, are you planning to run away again?”

Heartless? Who exactly is the heartless one?

Cecilia tried to pull away from his grasp, but instead, he held onto her even tighter.

She found herself pressed against Nathaniel’s chest, where she could hear the steady rhythm of his powerful heartbeat.

Cecilia frowned as she watched his pained expression.

Nathaniel rarely fell ill, but when he did, it would torment him for quite a while.

Jonathan was just like him. Despite being generally healthy, even a minor cold would take at least a month to fully recover.

In the past, when Nathaniel was ill, he had quite a temper.

When he was at the company, the employees had a rough time.

When he returned home, Cecilia was the one to suffer, as he would be very picky with food and loved throwing tantrums, just like a child.

Nathaniel grunted in pain, forcibly pulling Cecilia into his arms.

“Let go of me!” She was struggling to breathe.

Nathaniel warned unclearly. “Thinking of running away again? I’m telling you, this time, even if you were to die, you must die in my arms!”

As he finished speaking, his well–defined hand fell onto the slender neck of Cecilia, and he abruptly tightened his grip.

Before she could even react, his hands had already found their way to her cheeks. Then, he passionately pressed his lips against hers..

A simple kiss, as fleeting as a feather’s touch, left not a single trace.

After kissing, Nathaniel was drained of energy and collapsed heavily back onto the ground.