When Her Death Couldn't Break Him (Cecilia and Nathaniel) novel Chapter 417

Chapter 417 A Family
Startled by Nicholas' sudden embrace, Cecilia stiffened, her body going rigid. She hurriedly wriggled out of his arms, her heart racing. “I'm already married,” she managed to say, her voice tinged with both confusion and determination.

The confusion in her eyes was unmistakable, and her resistance was all too clear to Nicholas. His throat tightened as he processed her words, and after what felt like an eternity, he slowly withdrew his hand, his eyes clouded with a deep sadness. “Can we still be friends in the future?” he asked quietly, his voice barely above a whisper.

Cecilia, still shaken by the encounter, looked at him with a softness that had been absent earlier. “Mmm, we're not just friends now, Nicholas. We're also family,” she replied gently. “I'll attend your engagement party.”

Nicholas nodded, trying to muster a smile despite the heaviness in his heart. “I'll see you there.”

“If there's nothing else, I'll take my leave now,” Cecilia said.

She turned and began her walk back through the snow-covered streets. Nicholas stood by his car, watching her retreating figure as it gradually faded into the white expanse. It felt as though she was being swallowed by the vast, endless snow, slipping further away from him with each step.

Meanwhile, back in Tudela, Jocelyn waited for Nicholas' return to the company. But as the hours passed with no sign of him, she began to worry. It was unlike him to disappear without a word, and for the first time, she found herself completely unaware of his whereabouts. Unable to shake the feeling that something was wrong, she dialed his number.

“Mr. Nicholas, where are you now?” Jocelyn asked, her voice laced with concern.

Nicholas, who had just settled back into his car, replied with a weary tone, “I'm out handling some affairs. I won't be returning to the office today.”

“But there's a dinner meeting tonight—”

“Turn it down,” Nicholas interrupted.

Jocelyn had been by Nicholas' side for over a decade. She knew him well enough to sense that something was off. “Mr. Nicholas, if there's anything troubling you, please don't keep it to yourself. You can confide in me—I promise I won't tell anyone else,” she assured him, her voice filled with genuine concern.

Nicholas allowed himself a brief, self-mocking smile before gently reassuring her, “You're overthinking it, Jocelyn. I'm fine. Just focus on your work.”

With that, he ended the call, but not before a fit of coughing overtook him. Though his ailment was mostly cured, its lingering effects still haunted him, and he never knew when it might resurface.

That day, Nicholas didn't drive home as usual. Instead, he parked his car at a spot where he could see Cecilia's residence from afar. He remained there for the longest time, watching her house in silence, lost in thought.

Meanwhile, Cecilia returned home, her mind a whirlwind of emotions. As soon as she stepped through the door, the enticing aroma of food greeted her, wafting in from the kitchen.

Nathaniel emerged from the kitchen, wiping his hands on a towel. “Where did you go?” he asked.