Chapter 420: I Thought He Changed

Cecilia couldn't be bothered to argue. Annoyed, she pulled the blanket around herself, leaving Nathaniel to lie quietly beside her.

“If you’re staying, then just sleep like this,” she grumbled.

After turning off the light, Cecilia quickly fell asleep, her exhaustion overwhelming her. Nathaniel, however, remained awake, listening to her even breathing. Gently, he pulled her closer, savoring her warmth.

The next morning, Cecilia awoke nestled against Nathaniel's firm chest. Slowly opening her eyes, she found herself staring into his handsome face.

Panicked, Cecilia quickly disentangled herself, careful not to wake him. She threw on her coat and hurried from the bed.

Opening the bedroom door, she saw Martha awake in the living room. Martha smiled kindly. “Come here, Ceci,” she called. “I’d like a word with you.”

Cecilia felt embarrassed, sure Martha had misunderstood. Nevertheless, she followed Martha to her room, ready to explain. Once seated, Cecilia said, “He insisted on staying last night. We didn’t… do anything.”

Martha chuckled softly. “Ceci, there’s no need to explain. I just want you to know that whatever you decide, I’ll always support you.”

Cecilia nodded, grateful.

Martha hesitated. “I’ve noticed Nathaniel has truly changed. It wouldn’t be a bad idea for you to be with him. The older generation believes couples should stay together, especially with a child.”

Cecilia listened silently, unsure how to respond. Finally, she said, “I’ll think about it. Don’t worry. The doctor will be here soon. You should rest before they arrive.”

“All right,” Martha agreed.

After their conversation, Cecilia contacted the doctor. Once finished, Nathaniel came downstairs, fully dressed.

“Ceci,” he greeted her casually.

Cecilia, still awkward about the previous night, ignored him, pretending to be busy.

Nathaniel noticed her coldness and frowned, his handsome face serious. He assumed she’d left because of him, and returned to his room.

Cecilia then freshened up.

Soon, the doorbell rang. Assuming it was the doctor, Cecilia opened the door to find Vivian, carrying a bag and looking restless.

“Vivian, what are you doing here?” Cecilia asked, perplexed. “Where’s Jon?”

“Last night, my dad kicked me out. Jon’s probably with him touring our family company,” Vivian replied with a shrug.

Vivian explained that Roland had grown fond of Jonathan, even planning to leave him his assets in his will.

Looking around, Vivian quietly asked, “Where’s Nathaniel?” She was curious about the blind former CEO.

Cecilia gestured toward Nathaniel’s room. “He’s in his room.”

“I’ll go check.” Vivian set down her bag and headed toward Nathaniel’s room.

Before she could knock, the door opened, and Nathaniel stepped out. “Visitors?” he asked.

Vivian observed him carefully. Despite his blindness, his eyes seemed normal. She felt a mix of pity and satisfaction—retribution, she thought.

Before Cecilia could respond, Vivian said, “Hello, I’m Vivian, Cecilia’s childhood friend. You once escorted me to the police station.”

Nathaniel replied, “I don’t remember.”

Vivian’s face fell. How could his attitude still be so terrible? Hadn’t Martha said he’d changed?