Chapter 1114 A Treasure Vault

• Nathaniel's gaze held an unmistakable urgency, an intense need to stop Cecilia from leaving. Without thinking, he tightened his grip on her hand, his voice low as he admitted, “I'm not used to being here alone.”
• It was such a strange contrast coming from him—a man known for his unyielding strength and icy demeanor, one who typically handled everything with ruthless efficiency. Hearing such vulnerable words felt almost surreal to Cecilia.
• She raised an eyebrow, finding his statement slightly absurd. “This is your home. How could you not be used to it?”