Chapter 120: Not My First Time Seeing It

Nathaniel scoffed coldly. "It seems Calvin doesn't love you as much as you think. How long has he been neglecting you?"

Cecilia's fury ignited. She raised her hand to strike him, but Nathaniel swiftly grasped her wrist. "Did I hit a nerve?"

Cecilia remained silent. Their relationship, she thought, had long resembled a casual friendship. "Your desperation seems rooted in Stella's lack of affection for you, doesn't it?"

Nathaniel sneered. "I'm not like you. I've never laid a finger on Stella."

Cecilia laughed. "What's the difference? We're two of a kind. You think you're better than me? I once thought you were deeply affectionate, but it seems that was a delusion. Does Stella know what you've done?"

Nathaniel remained calm, pulling Cecilia into his embrace. She bit his shoulder hard. He winced but held her close, lowering his head to kiss her.

He'd dreamt of this moment countless times. Cecilia, initially shocked, realized this was an opportunity to seize, and ceased her resistance.

In the darkness, Nathaniel couldn't see her expression, but noticing her change, he was puzzled. His voice hoarse, he asked, "Are you...cooperating?"

Cecilia's pupils constricted. Nathaniel switched off the bedside lamp. Instinctively, Cecilia shielded herself. His voice caught in his throat. "It's not like it's my first time seeing it," he paused, then added, "Does Calvin know how...honest your body is? Hmm?"

Cecilia, a mixture of anger and embarrassment, stared at him in disbelief. Is he taking me for a fool?

Nathaniel composed himself, glanced at Cecilia silently, then went to the bathroom for a cold shower. Later, he returned, embraced Cecilia, and fell asleep. She, however, remained awake, her mind racing over the evening's events and his words. She clenched her fist, lost in thought.

Eventually, she found herself on the balcony, battling the cold wind and rain. After some time, she heard Nathaniel's sleep-talk from within: "Cecilia...I'm not feeling well...You heartless creature, you shouldn't have come back..."

Returning to the room, she heard her own name cursed. The years of affection she'd felt seemed suddenly worthless. Standing by the bed, she gazed at his sleeping face, the urge to strike him momentarily overwhelming, but she restrained herself.

Indeed, I'm heartless. I should have let you keep mistreating me, shouldn't I? I should have always been at your service, never leaving your side, right?

Nathaniel, feverish again, listened to her complaints. Annoyed, he closed his eyes and reached for her. Cecilia stepped back, then left the room. Shortly after, she heard him fall to the floor.

This time, she showed no mercy, spending the night on the living room couch.

When Nathaniel awoke, a throbbing headache and fever plagued him. He found himself on the floor. Seeing Cecilia's absence, his brow furrowed. From the second floor, he spotted her curled up on the couch below.