As she gently pushed the door, a man suddenly emerged from behind it, grabbing her wrist and pulling her inside.
She was enveloped in a familiar and comforting embrace.
She felt the manâs arms tremble with emotion.
Lucinda picked up on Nathanâs nervousness and tension.
âWhatâs going on, Nathan?â Lucinda asked, curious and concerned.
Dressed in just a thin, white silk shirt, Nathan remained silent, his lips pressed together tightly.
Gradually releasing his grip on her, Nathan stepped back and knelt in front of her, his knees hitting the ground with a soft thud.
Witnessing this familiar gesture, Lucindaâs heart sank as she began to understand what was happening.
Her eyes filled with tears in an instant, and she struggled to keep her emotions in check.
With a voice full of certainty, she uttered his name, âNathaniel.
â
âItâs me,â Nathan answered, not bothering to keep his voice down this time.
As he noticed the tears in her eyes, a sharp pain hit Nathan, causing him to shrink with guilt and struggle to catch his breath.
His eyes turned red from the overwhelming emotions.
Lucinda raised her head, blinked away her tears, and adopted a cold and sarcastic expression.
âYou lied to me? You are still alive, yet you didnât come back and instead left me with that letter.
Were you trying to see me make a fool of myself? You wanted to see how easily you could fool me with your acting?â
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âNo, Lucinda,â Nathan began to explain, but she cut him off with a scowl.
âShut up! Who do you think you are to call me that? Havenât you always addressed me as Miss Simmons?â
Holding her hand carefully, he apologized with nervousness.
âIâm sorry.
It was my fault last night.
I hesitated instead of confessing.
But I didnât lie to you in the letter.
I can explain everything!â
âDo you think Iâll believe you now? Why did you choose tonight to confess? Because you realized I didnât believe your lie and were afraid I would find out on my own? You had no choice but to confess, right?â
He was taken aback.
She was almost right.
Lucinda noticed the expression on his face and realized that her guess was correct.
The sarcasm in her eyes became even more apparent.
âI donât care who you are.
I hate being deceived, and you faked your death.
Thatâs too much!â
Nathan looked up, struggling to hold back his tears.
âI didnât lie to you.
Please let me explain.
â