<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Chapter 1225 Fallen For Him</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Cecilia was momentarily taken aback, and she quickly leaned back, trying to hide her embarrassment. “I don’t think so,” she muttered, her voice flustered. “It’s probably just too hot inside the car.”</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Her mind was racing, and she wished she could vanish on the spot.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Despite knowing Nathaniel for so long, despite being around him countless times, why is it that recently, my heart pounded whenever I was near him? Why do I have this sudden urge to be closer to him, to touch him?</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Nathaniel, not suspecting her difort, gestured to the driver to lower the temperature in the car.</font></font>This text is ? N?velDrama/.Org.
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">“Better now“” he asked, turning to Cecilia.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">“Yeah.” She leaned back in her seat, but her gaze kept drifting toward Nathaniel.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">I suppose I must have fallen for his face when we were kids.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">To avoid being caught staring, she kept averting her gaze.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Noticing her fidgety behavior, Nathaniel raised his hand and gently took hers.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Cecilia felt the warmth of his hand, the solid,forting grip. Before she could say anything. Nathaniel’s body suddenly shifted, positioning himself protectively in front of her.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Startled, Cecilia didn’t have time to react before the screech of tires and the sound of a sudden collision filled the car.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">“What’s going on?” she asked, her heart pounding with unease.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Nathaniel nced out the window, his voice low and calm. “It’s nothing. Just some people trying to cause trouble”</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">From where she sat, Cecilia couldn’t see what was happening outside, but she could hear the sounds of cars stopping and, asionally, the thud of something hitting a vehicle. Amotion was brewing.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Within minutes, Nathaniel gave a shortmand to the driver. “Let’s go.”</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">“Yes, sir,” the driver responded, restarting the car and pulling away from the scene.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Once they were safely moving again, Cecilia wriggled out of Nathaniel’s protective embrace and peered out the window. Though the view was obstructed, she could make out a crowd in the distance and what appeared to be a scuffle.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Someone must havee looking for trouble. It’s not hard to imagine; Nathaniel has plenty of enemies from his past.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Seeing her curiosity, Nathaniel pulled her back into his arms. “Stop moving. It’s safer if you stay still.”</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">His tone left no room for argument. Having experienced a traumatic car ident before, he wasn’t about to let anything simr happen again. He was prepared for all oues now.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Cecilia nodded. “Okay, but you need to be careful too. She nestled into him, finding a strange sense of security there, despite the chaotic events outside betraying his own emotions.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">The car continued on, and under normal circumstances, they would have been home by now. But the long ride,bined with her pregnancy, was making Cecilia feel nauseous.</font></font>
She closed her eyes for a moment before asking. “Why haven’t we arrived yet? I’m feeling a little dizzy”
“We’re almost there,” Nathaniel responded, gently patting her shoulder. “Close your eyes and rest. It’ll help.”
“Okay” Cecilia had no choice but to close her eyes, hoping it would help the dizziness pass.
When the car finally stopped, she opened her eyes again, expecting to see the Smith residence. Instead, she found herself at Daltonia Vi, surrounded by vibrant blooms.
“Why did you bring me here?” she asked, irritation evident in her voice. She immediately unbuckled her seatbelt and stepped out of the car, her headache only worsening
Nathaniel followed her, speaking in a calm, steady voice. “You told me before that your ce wasn’t convenient with three women living there. So I brought you to our home–just the two of us.”
Cecilia snapped, ring at him. “You should have told me! I didn’t agree toe here.”
She couldn’t understand why Nathaniel had made such a decision without consulting her.
“Would you have agreed if I told you beforehand?” Nathaniel asked.
“I need to go back,” Cecilia stated firmly as she turned to walk away.
Nathaniel, surprised by her stubbornness, followed closely behind. “I’ll take you back tomorrow,” he coaxed, trying to defuse the situation.
“I need to go back now,” she insisted. Staying here for the night seemed like a terrible idea.