When Her Death Couldn't Break Him (Cecilia and Nathaniel) novel Chapter 2160

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Summary for Chapter 2160: When Her Death Couldn't Break Him (Cecilia and Nathaniel)

Summary of Chapter 2160 – A turning point in When Her Death Couldn't Break Him (Cecilia and Nathaniel) by Chloe Lucas

Chapter 2160 immerses the reader in an emotional journey within the world of When Her Death Couldn't Break Him (Cecilia and Nathaniel), written by Chloe Lucas. With the hallmarks of Novel literature, this chapter balances emotion, tension, and revelation. Perfect for readers seeking narrative depth and authentic human connections.

Heat rushed over Jason's cheeks, as though someone had pressed a branding iron against his skin.

"Accompany you to the bathroom?" he stammered. "H-How could I possibly do that?"

"Just stand outside the door—please," Chelsea coaxed, her eyes huge and pleading.

The blush deepened, crimson crawling all the way to the tops of his ears.

"Jason, I'm begging you. I'm really terrified."

"O-Okay... All right," he relented at last, giving a timid nod.

Relief flooded Chelsea's face. She seized his wrist and hurried the six or seven yards to the bathroom door.

Wait right here, she ordered, breath already steadier. "Don't move till I'm back."

"Sure," he promised.

Turning his back to the doorway, Jason fixed his stare on the opposite wall as though it were the most fascinating painting he had ever seen.

The tiled room was scarcely seven yards from the living area, yet it felt to Chelsea like a tunnel carved out of nightmare.

Closing the door behind her, she still could not shake the tremor in her voice as she called out for reassurance.

"Jason, you're still there, right?"

"I'm right here," he answered without turning.

Arms folded, he stared fixedly ahead, determined to guard both her dignity and his own.

Only then did Chelsea feel safe enough to settle on the toilet, cheeks flushing with fresh embarrassment.

"Is this weird?" she called through the door, mortified. "Will you think less of me for it?"

Jason answered at once, voice firm despite the awkwardness. "Never."

Through the thin door, she released a shaky breath. "Good... You'd better keep that promise," she murmured, a faint smile loosening the knot in her chest.

Moments later, the faucet squeaked off. Chelsea emerged, hands still damp, terror dispersed like mist at sunrise.

"All done," she announced, relief brightening her eyes.

Jason dipped his chin in a small, earnest nod. "Mm."

"Relax," Chelsea said, her cheeks turning the color of early dawn. "I only need a little time to get used to this place, and then I can use the bathroom without you standing guard."

Jason nodded once, then again, the gesture stiff with nerves that would not settle.

"Are you really sure you want to live with me?" he suddenly asked.

Chelsea's answer came fast, steady, and bright as a struck match. "Of course."