When Her "Death" Couldn't Break Him

Chapter 1225 Fallen For Him

Cecilia was momentarily taken aback, and she quickly leaned back, trying to hide her embarrassment. “I don’t think so,” she muttered, her voice flustered. “It’s probably just too hot inside the car.”

Her mind was racing, and she wished she could vanish on the spot.

Despite knowing Nathaniel for so long, despite being around him countless times, why is it that recently, my heart pounded whenever I was near him? Why do I have this sudden urge to be closer to him, to touch him?

Nathaniel, not suspecting her discomfort, gestured to the driver to lower the temperature in the car.

“Better now“” he asked, turning to Cecilia.

“Yeah.” She leaned back in her seat, but her gaze kept drifting toward Nathaniel.

I suppose I must have fallen for his face when we were kids.

To avoid being caught staring, she kept averting her gaze.

Noticing her fidgety behavior, Nathaniel raised his hand and gently took hers.

Cecilia felt the warmth of his hand, the solid, comforting grip. Before she could say anything. Nathaniel’s body suddenly shifted, positioning himself protectively in front of her.

Startled, Cecilia didn’t have time to react before the screech of tires and the sound of a sudden collision filled the car.

“What’s going on?” she asked, her heart pounding with unease.

Nathaniel glanced out the window, his voice low and calm. “It’s nothing. Just some people trying to cause trouble”

From where she sat, Cecilia couldn’t see what was happening outside, but she could hear the sounds of cars stopping and, occasionally, the thud of something hitting a vehicle. A commotion was brewing.

Within minutes, Nathaniel gave a short command to the driver. “Let’s go.”

“Yes, sir,” the driver responded, restarting the car and pulling away from the scene.

Once they were safely moving again, Cecilia wriggled out of Nathaniel’s protective embrace and peered out the window. Though the view was obstructed, she could make out a crowd in the distance and what appeared to be a scuffle.

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Seeing her curiosity, Nathaniel pulled her back into his arms. “Stop moving. It’s safer if you stay still.”

His tone left no room for argument. Having experienced a traumatic car accident before, he wasn’t about to let anything similar happen again. He was prepared for all outcomes now.

Cecilia nodded. “Okay, but you need to be careful too. She nestled into him, finding a strange sense of security there, despite the chaotic events outside betraying his own emotions.

The car continued on, and under normal circumstances, they would have been home by now. But the long ride, combined with her pregnancy, was making Cecilia feel nauseous.

She closed her eyes for a moment before asking. “Why haven’t we arrived yet? I’m feeling a little dizzy”

“We’re almost there,” Nathaniel responded, gently patting her shoulder. “Close your eyes and rest. It’ll help.”

“Okay” Cecilia had no choice but to close her eyes, hoping it would help the dizziness pass.

When the car finally stopped, she opened her eyes again, expecting to see the Smith residence. Instead, she found herself at Daltonia Villa, surrounded by vibrant blooms.

“Why did you bring me here?” she asked, irritation evident in her voice. She immediately unbuckled her seatbelt and stepped out of the car, her headache only worsening

Nathaniel followed her, speaking in a calm, steady voice. “You told me before that your place wasn’t convenient with three women living there. So I brought you to our home–just the two of us.”

Cecilia snapped, glaring at him. “You should have told me! I didn’t agree to come here.”

She couldn’t understand why Nathaniel had made such a decision without consulting her.

“Would you have agreed if I told you beforehand?” Nathaniel asked.

“I need to go back,” Cecilia stated firmly as she turned to walk away.

Nathaniel, surprised by her stubbornness, followed closely behind. “I’ll take you back tomorrow,” he coaxed, trying to defuse the situation.

“I need to go back now,” she insisted. Staying here for the night seemed like a terrible idea.