When Her Death Couldn't Break Him (Cecilia and Nathaniel) novel Chapter 2161

Jason offered a sheepish smile. "I slipped out before dawn to hunt for a larger apartment. You were sleeping so soundly that I couldn't bear to wake you. I figured I'll box everything up first so we can leave for the new apartment sooner."

On hearing those words, Chelsea felt the great weight she had been carrying finally tumble away.

Flushed with equal parts relief and irritation, she smacked him lightly on the arm. "You big dummy! Why didn't you tell me earlier? I t-thought..."

Jason blinked, genuinely at a loss. "Thought what?"

Heat pooled in Chelsea's cheeks. I thought he didn't want me anymore... But I can't say that now. It's too embarrassing.

She turned away so he wouldn't see her blush. "Nothing," she mumbled.

"Well, then, let's have breakfast. You must be starving."

With that, Jason quickly grabbed a plate of food from the kitchen, a delicious aroma wafting from it.

"I wasn't sure when you'd wake, so I kept the food in the microwave. It's still hot. Try it and let me know if it's to your liking. If you don't like it, I'll buy you something else."

Chelsea accepted the quiche, took a tentative bite, then brightened. "This is from West Street, isn't it?"

Jason nodded once, the motion firm, almost proud. "Yes."

Chelsea's chest warmed. West Street lay miles away, and the breakfast shop there limited its stock each dawn; getting the quiche meant he had queued at first light.

"Thank you," she said with a smile, then added, "But didn't I tell you yesterday there was no need to move?"

"No," Jason said softly, yet with unshakable finality. "I've already made you put up with enough. I won't let you endure one more compromise."

He believed it was only right for a man to provide the woman he loved with a life of comfort. Even if he couldn't give her the most luxurious life in the world just yet, he would at least give her the best he could afford.

Chelsea couldn't help laughing. "Silly, I don't feel like I'm enduring any hardship. Let me help you pack."

Jason tried to wave her off, but she stood her ground, refusing to budge.

Working side by side, they folded, taped, and lifted until the apartment was stripped to bare walls.

To her, affection was a scale that had to stay level—his kindness balanced by hers, or the future would tilt and tumble.

"You don't have to", Jason murmured, never pausing in his rhythm. "Not now, not ever."

She was, after all, someone else's carefully cherished daughter. Letting her taste hardship felt, to Jason, like a personal sin.

Across town, Cecilia sat beneath fluorescent office light. The image bloomed on her screen, and she smiled, recognizing the unmistakable glow of a woman newly, hopelessly smitten.

Beside her, Charlotte continued a quiet rundown of quarterly figures, unaware that a photo of domestic bliss had stolen her boss' attention.

"Chelsea is bewitched," Charlotte joked when she finally glanced over. "Although, seeing Jason's shoulders, I can't blame her."

Cecilia shot her a look. "Keep your voice down. Sven might hear, even from miles away."