When Her Death Couldn't Break Him (Cecilia and Nathaniel) novel Chapter 711

Chapter 711 Plenty Of Beds
Cecilia followed Calvin back to where he was residing.

The sprawling manor was filled with an abundance of vibrant flowers, a sight that oddly didn't align with Calvin's demeanor.

Yannick did not follow along.

Upon seeing Cecilia and Calvin, the housekeepers of the mansion each bowed in respect.

“Mr. Reese.”

Calvin dismissed them.

Once they reached the living room, Cecilia asked, “How are you feeling now?”

The previous day, over the phone, Calvin mentioned that he had only recently awakened and had yet to fully recover.

Cecilia had initially thought that upon her arrival, she would see him lying in a hospital bed. To her surprise, not only could he pick her up from the airport, but he could also accompany her for a meal.

Upon hearing the words, Calvin turned his back to Cecilia and remained silent. His slender hand began to unbutton his shirt.

Before Cecilia had a chance to react, he had already taken off his jacket.

“What are you doing?” Cecilia froze.

Calvin tossed his shirt aside onto the nearby couch and turned around.

Instinctively, Cecilia turned her head away, not daring to look at him. “Why did you take off your clothes?” she asked.

“Weren't you asking how I am now?” Calvin's voice was magnetically hoarse.

Only then did Cecilia turn to look at him. She saw his sturdy upper body, littered with countless scars. The wounds varied in severity, some still stitched up and not yet healed, presenting a particularly chilling sight.

She had a look of utter shock in her eyes.

“Is Nathaniel responsible for this?”

Calvin did not hide the truth. “Not for the old injuries, but he's responsible for the new injuries.”

Cecilia's hands were slightly clenched. “I'm sorry. It's all my fault that you've been hurt so badly.”

With a calm demeanor, Calvin said, “Silly, what's there to apologize for between you and me?”

Though he had a particular fondness for getting into fights with others, there were times when she even had to step in and lend a hand.

“Hard to believe how swiftly time has flown by. The chubby little boy from the past has grown into a handsome young man.”

Calvin's throat tightened. “I'm not a young man anymore. I'm a man.”

The heat of his breath washed over her from above, and it was then that Cecilia realized something was off between them.

She swiftly fastened the last button on Calvin's shirt and took a step back. “How about I stay at a hotel tonight and come back first thing in the morning to take care of you?” she suggested.

In truth, given Calvin's status and position, he didn't really need anyone to take care of him.

The reason why Cecilia came to take care of him was twofold. Firstly, his injury was somehow related to her. Secondly, they were friends.

With a hint of displeasure, Calvin's captivating eyes glanced over. “Are you afraid I'll devour you?”

“You must be joking.” Cecilia felt somewhat embarrassed.

“Stay, then. I've already had the housekeepers prepare a room for you.” He paused and added, “Don't worry. I have plenty of beds here.”