When Her "Death" Couldn't Break Him

Chapter 44 Cannot Let Her Escape

Sven saw Cecilia, clad in her thin nightgown, completely soaked through. She was curled corner, her hands and legs adorned with fresh, crimson scratches.

He swiftly turned off the water, grabbed the bathrobe, and draped it over Cecilia, shielding her subtly revealed figure.

“Are you all right?”

His voice wasn’t soft, but when it reached Cecilia’s ears, it seemed somewhat faint.

It took a while for Cecilia to regain her composure. She looked up at him, her lips pale, and said, “I’m fine.”

“I’ll take you to the hospital.”

Sven bent down to pick her up, but she evaded his attempt.

Cecilia bit her lip hard. “No.”

“All the hospitals in Tudela rely on the Sinclair family. Zachary already knew I was back. If he finds out I’ve taken drugs, he’ll definitely tell Nathaniel! If Nathaniel learns that I spiked his drink, it’ll be hard for me to get close to him in the future…” She mustered her strength and finished speaking.

Over four years ago, she had feigned her death.NôvelDrama.Org owns this text.

If it hadn’t been for Calvin’s tactics, she wouldn’t have been able to hide it from Zachary.

Now that Calvin was absent, if she went to the hospital, the people there would definitely inform Zachary right away.

That was also why Cecilia decided to handle it herself.

Before entering, Sven saw the spilled wine in the living room and immediately understood most of the situation.

His brows furrowed slightly. “But your body…”

“Could

“Sure.”

you get me some ice cubes?”

Sven turned around and headed to the kitchen refrigerator to fetch some ice cubes.

A bag of ice was tossed into the bathtub, and the biting cold made Cecilia’s body feel much better.

Sven then brought the medical kit over.

“Thank you.” Cecilia expressed her heartfelt gratitude.

Sven didn’t utter a word. He walked to the door, waiting in silence; while informing Calvin that everything was fine.

After Cecilia had hung up on Jonathan’s call earlier, he worried something might have happened to her and called Calvin to inform him.

When Calvin tried reaching Cecilia, no one answered. So, he sent Sven to check on her.

An hour later, the effects of the medicine finally wore off.

After applying some medicine, Cecilia changed into a fresh set of clothes and emerged from the bathroom.

Sven was still waiting outside.

“Sorry for the trouble tonight, you should get some rest,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

“Okay.”

After giving her a glance, Sven turned and walked out the door.

After he left, Cecilia realized it was already quite late. So, she sent a voice message to Martha to let her know she was safe.

Meanwhile, after returning to Daltonia Villa, Nathaniel found himself unable to sleep.

He stood on the balcony, puffing on a cigarette, his mind filled with the scenes of what had just transpired with Cecilia. The enchanting figure of the woman appeared before his eyes.

Nathaniel found his throat inexplicably dry, lost in his thoughts. Unconsciously, the cigarette had burned down to his fingers before he snapped back to reality.

Having spent the entire night without sleep, Nathaniel arrived at the company early the next morning.

As usual, Mason reported to him about work.

Nathaniel was listening absentmindedly, when he suddenly asked, “Has Cecilia arrived?”

Mason was taken aback for a moment, then shook his head.

“I heard that she was apparently ill, so she took the day off.”

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“Keep an eye on her, remember, we absolutely cannot let her escape,” Nathaniel sternly instructed.

“Indeed.”