When Her "Death" Couldn't Break Him

Chapter 1228 How Do You Like The View

Nathaniel’s impressive physique was hard to ignore, and despite herself, she found her gaze drifting in his direction. She stole a glance, then another, feeling her checks heat up.

As if sensing her eyes on him, Nathaniel wrapped a towel around his waist and stepped out of the bathroom. Startled, Cecilia quickly averted her eyes, pretending to focus on her phone.

Nathaniel, noticing her flustered reaction, walked over with a teasing grin. “How do you like the view?”

Cecilia’s face flushed with embarrassment. “What are you talking about? I wasn’t looking at you!”

“Oh?” Nathaniel raised an eyebrow. “I was talking about your phone. Were you looking at me earlier? Hm?”

Realizing she had just exposed herself, Cecilia stammered, “I noticed the door wasn’t closed all the way, that’s all”

She stood up quickly, trying to cover her nerves. “It’s not like I haven’t seen it before. There’s nothing new. to look at.”

Nathaniel smirked, clearly amused. “Is that so? Then why can’t you look me in the eye?”

Determined not to back down. Cecilia lifted her gaze to meet his, though her heart was racing. Nathaniel’s hair was still damp, and the droplets clung to his skin, making him even more irresistible.

His intense gaze held hers for a moment before she quickly looked down again.

After emerging from the bathroom, Nathaniel was wrapped only in a bath towel, his well–built upper body on full display.This text is property of Nô/velD/rama.Org.

“What’s there to be afraid of seeing? I’ve seen it before. Cecilia muttered, trying to sound nonchalant.

As she spoke, she impulsively lifted her hand and ran her fingers over his abs, feeling the solid muscles beneath her touch. “Feels pretty good, hasn’t changed much,” she commented, her voice slightly shaky.

After her bold move, her heart raced. Trying to escape the awkwardness she’d created, Cecilia quickly headed toward the bathroom. “I’m going to take a shower. Don’t disturb me.”

Nathaniel watched her retreat, a faint smile tugging at the corner of his lips. The spot where she’d touched him still tingled.

Once alone, he settled back onto the couch and absentmindedly picked up Cecilia’s phone. A new text message caught his attention.

The sender was Eric, and the message read: Ms. Ceci, be arriving in Tudela tomorrow afternoon. Do you have time to pick me up from the airport?

Nathaniel’s face darkened instantly. Without saying a word, he switched off the phone and placed it back where it had been.

Meanwhile, Cecilia stayed in the bathroom far longer than usual, too hesitant to come out. She was hoping that by the time she finished, Nathaniel would have left

But despite everything, he remained seated on the couch, occasionally calling out, “Ceci, do you need any

“No, you -No.

should leave now,” she called back, her voice shaky. From behind the glass door, she could see his tall figure still there, which made her even more nervous.

Only after Nathaniel had finally left did her heart begin to calm down. Yet, as she sat in the quiet, she wondered when this strange feeling toward him had crept in

She thought back to their early days of marriage–she had never felt this anxious around him. Back then. she had been filled with excitement and joy at marrying the man she loved.

But now, everything was different. She felt fearful, unsure of herself, and avoiding Nathaniel’s gaze had become second nature..

“Could it be that I’ve fallen for him again?” she asked herself, almost in disbelief.-

Quickly, she shook her head in denial. “No, that’s impossible. I was in love with Nicholas, not Nathaniel. And after all the pain he caused me… my feelings for him disappeared a long time ago.”

Lost in her thoughts. Cecilia didn’t even realize how much time had passed. By the time she looked up. half an hour had already slipped by.

A wave of dizziness hit her, and she hurriedly turned off the water, searching for a place to sit down.

As she leaned against the wall, her elbow accidentally knocked over a bottle of bath supplies. The sound echoed with a soft “pop!” through the bathroom.

Even though the noise was faint, Nathaniel, sharp as ever, heard it immediately. He jumped up from the couch and rushed toward the bathroom without hesitation.

Because Cecilia was about to exit the bathroom, the door had been left unlocked. Nathaniel pushed it open with ease and stepped inside, his face filled with concern. “What’s wrong?” he asked urgently.

Startled by his sudden entranceia felt a surge of embarrassment. Without thinking, she raised her hand and slapped him across the