Chapter 1891 Diagnosed With A Mental Disorder

• The next morning, it was just a little after eight. Cecilia tried to get up from bed, but Nathaniel's strong arm held her down again, pulling her tightly back into his embrace.
• “You're already awake?” Nathaniel's voice had that groggy, lazy tone to it.
• Cecilia frowned a bit and tried to pry his arm away, but no matter how much she struggled, it didn't budge. Feeling a little helpless, she finally gave up. “I need to get to work. Let go so I can get up.”