When Her Death Couldn't Break Him (Cecilia and Nathaniel) novel Chapter 735

Chapter 735 Jealous Of Calvin 

This kiss was especially tender. Before long. Nathaniel pulled Cecilia closer again. 

“Do you know how jealous I am of Calvin?” 

Cecilia was stunned. 

“I realize how important you are to me now. Back then, I was at fault. Will you come back to me?” 

A tear fell on Cecilia’s shoulder. 

She couldn’t believe it–Nathaniel, always so proud and aloof, was crying. 

She raised her hand and gently embraced him, without telling him that this wasn’t a dream, but reality. 

Nathaniel’s head started aching again. Soon, he couldn’t hold on any longer and had to lie down. 

Cecilia looked at the now–sleeping Nathaniel and reached out to touch his eyes, which were still damp. 

It was the first time she had ever seen Nathaniel cry. 

It was the first time she realized that he could cry and cared about her. 

Her throat felt inexplicably bitter as she sat at the bedside, slowly drifting off to sleep. 

When she woke up again, she was lying on the bed. Turning her head, she saw Nathaniel’s tall figure standing by the floor–to–ceiling window. 

He was smoking, as if everything was back to normal. 

“Nathaniel,” Cecilia called out. 

Hearing her voice, Nathaniel turned around. Before his eyes, everything was dark. 

He walked toward her slowly. “You’re awake.” 

“Yes. Are you okay?” 

“Of course, I’m fine.” 

Cecilia sighed with relief, about to talk about his condition from the past two days, when Nathaniel suddenly said, “Weren’t you dead? Did you come back from hell this time?” 

Cecilia froze in place. 

He hasn’t recovered at all. 

“You’re the one who’s returned from hell,” she muttered under her breath. 

Nathaniel approached her. “Isn’t that the case? Playing dead was fun, wasn’t it? Why didn’t you just stay dead? Why come back?” 

He now realized that everything from last night wasn’t dream, and that he was actually blind. 

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Chapter 735 Jealous Of Calvin 

Before Cecilia could answer, he asked again, “Tell me, what did you do to me?” 

Cecilia could only laugh helplessly. “What could I possibly do to you?” 

“Why can’t I see?” 

Nathaniel took a few steps forward, but Cecilia was ready for him and avoided his advance. 

“Don’t get handsy. If you want to know, just listen to what I have to say first.” 

Nathaniel sneered, “I’m not interested in you. Forget it 

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Cecilia could see right through him now. He was truly saying one thing while meaning another, stubborn 

to the core. 

“Oh? And who was the one crying and asking why I hadn’t appeared in your dreams sooner last night?” 

Mentioning the previous night made Nathaniel’s icy face look even worse. He leaned in, grabbing Cecilia’s hand tightly. 

“Tell me, what exactly did you do to me last night? And where is this place?”