When Her "Death" Couldn't Break Him

Chapter 189 The Next Step

Cecilia found herself held by him, standing rigidly in place..

After a long while, she shook her head. “I don’t hate you.”

That was the truth.

Upon hearing her words, Nathaniel held her even tighter, his large hand resting on her face, gently caressing it.

It was only now then that he could truly feel that Cecilia still belonged to him.

Cecilia knew the time was right. She lifted her gaze to Nathaniel, standing on her tiptoes. Her red lips brushed against his Adam’s apple, then moved upward, grazing his lips.

The spot where Nathaniel was kissed by her felt as if it was engulfed in flames..

Time and again, despite his incredible restraint, it proved to be insufficient.

He took hold of Cecilia’s nape with one hand and leaned in for an assertive kiss.

Regardless of her intentions at the moment, he desired her that night.

Cecilia noticed his change and seized a moment of rest to say, “I’m a bit scared; can we have a drink first?”

“Alright.”

Facing her dewy–eyed gaze, Nathaniel struggled to control himself, his voice hoarse.

Cecilia picked the strongest liquor from the cellar and discreetly slipped the medicine Vivian had acquired earlier into Nathaniel’s cup.

For her to achieve complete success, it couldn’t just be a one–time affair. She also needed to obtain Nathaniel’s sperm.

In his right mind, Nathaniel would certainly not allow it to be collected from him.

She poured the wine into the glass and handed it to him. To put him at ease, Cecilia also picked up a glass for herself.

“Cheers.”

That day, Nathaniel did not refuse Cecilia, he drank all the wine she poured for him.

Cecilia too took a sip, feeling a clear burning sensation in her throat.

“Get the tequila next time, what you’re holding now isn’t suitable for you.” Nathaniel knew with. just a glance that Cecilia had chosen a bottle with the highest alcohol content.

Tequila was lower in alcohol concentration, so it was not particularly harmful to the body.

“Alright.”

Cecilia didn’t intentionally pour more wine for Nathaniel again.

She knew she needed to strike a balance and to not to rush things. Otherwise, he might become wary of her.

Besides, the amount I added earlier should have been enough, right?

Nathaniel was indeed impressive. He downed a large glass of strong liquor without batting an eyelid.

He adjusted his tie, took a deep breath, and effortlessly lifted Cecilia into his arms, carrying her to

the room.

On the way up, Cecilia nervously clutched his clothes, whispering, “I’m sorry.”

Nathaniel paused, initially assuming she was unwilling.

Unexpectedly, she said, “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have left, pretending to

anything.”

Cecilia gazed deeply at him, her eyes filled with genuine affection.

In order to succeed that night, she was willing to say anything.

Nathaniel’s throat tightened.

be dead and not saying

Before he could respond, Cecilia’s hand slowly moved away, coming to rest on his slender waist. She called out a name she hadn’t uttered in a long time. “Nathaniel.”

Nathaniel’s body stiffened abruptly, all his blood rushing to the spot where she held him.

“Mmm–hmm.” His voice was raspy.

He laid Cecilia on the bed, his entire body leaning in toward her.

Unsure if it was the alcohol, he felt a jolt when Cecilia called out his name, as if he’d been electrocuted.

He pushed Cecilia into the corner of the bed, leaning in again.

When Cecilia found herself face to face with his handsome features, where they were so close they could hear each other’s breath, a sense of fear involuntarily rose within her.

Part of it was due to past experiences, and part of it was the fear that when Nathaniel sobered up the next day, he would realize there was something off about the wine and become angry.

But now, this was an opportunity she couldn’t miss.

Saving her child was all that mattered.ConTEent bel0ngs to Nôv(e)lD/rama(.)Org .

She simply stopped overthinking and closed her eyes.