When Her Death Couldn't Break Him (Cecilia and Nathaniel) novel Chapter 1866

Chapter 1866 Two Timing
By the lake, after the rain, Cecilia and Nathaniel arrived first, discovering a quaint little pavilion nestled among the trees.

Nathaniel stood still, eyes drifting over the familiar landscape. After a moment, he murmured, “I've been here with you before.”

Cecilia blinked in confusion. “With me? Are you sure?”

“You don't remember?” Nathaniel turned to her, his voice soft but laced with quiet disappointment.

She hesitated, unsure of how to respond. Maybe it wasn't that she'd forgotten—maybe the memories had simply blurred together.

After all, he looked so much like Nicholas. Sometimes, she wasn't sure which face belonged to which memory.

Nathaniel must've sensed her uncertainty. He gave a short, wry laugh. “There was that one time—you got into a fight with a classmate. Ended up crying your eyes out. We crossed paths, and you ran straight into my arms, sobbing about being bullied. I beat the guy up and made sure he got transferred to another school.”

The memory, once vague, slowly came into focus. “Oh... That was you,” Cecilia said.

“No wonder she'd thought Nicholas was acting strange that day.

He had always been gentle—soft-spoken, steady. But that time, he'd snapped at her. “Why are you crying? How useless. If someone bullies you, fight back.”

Cecilia hadn't questioned it then, brushing it off as his bad mood. She hadn't realized it wasn't Nicholas at all. It had been someone else entirely.

Then, she had stubbornly dragged Nathaniel to this place.

Back then, Nathaniel had leaned against a large tree, arms crossed, his posture brimming with impatience. He watched her cry, eyes sharp with disdain. Not once did he reach out to comfort her.

“If you keep crying, I'm leaving,” he'd said coldly. “What a godforsaken place. There's not even a single soul around. I didn't come here to stand around like an idiot.”

Cecilia had cried harder at that. She was certain he would walk away. But he didn't. Despite the harsh words, Nathaniel stayed. He stood there, grumbling under his breath, waiting until the sun dipped low behind the hills. Then, without a word, he walked her home.

Cecilia snapped out of her reverie and returned to reality. When she looked at Nathaniel again, she found herself at a loss for words.

“If that's the case,” she said quietly, “the person I liked as a child might not have been Nicholas after all.”