When Her "Death" Couldn't Break Him (Cecilia and Nathaniel)

Chapter 32 Have You Fallen For Her

Upon hearing their conversation, Mason intervened.

It wasn’t that he loved to meddle in others‘ affairs, but rather, he had a knack for reading people’s expressions.

In recent times, apart from his work, Nathaniel’s main activities were sending out men to search for Cecilia, as well as suppressing Calvin’s business.

In Mason’s perspective, this series of behaviors was definitely not just because Nathaniel disliked Cecilia.

As the days passed by, Nathaniel never once gave up on his search for Cecilia.

On Christmas Eve, a heavy snow was falling.

In the past, Cecilia would always accompany Nathaniel back to Rainsworth Manor to celebrate Christmas Eve.

But this year was different – Nathaniel returned alone.

Unlike the lively banter he engaged in when Cecilia first passed away, Nathaniel was now mostly sitting alone, barely willing to speak. The icy cold aura surrounding him was so intense, it deterred anyone from approaching him.

He came in a rush, and just as hurriedly, he returned to Daltonia Villa.

Outside the villa, a blanket of pristine white snow had accumulated, presenting a pleasing sight to the eye.

But for some reason, he kept feeling like something was missing..

of the floor–to–ceiling window, lighting one cigarette after

better hope I don’t

him, someone pushed the door

turned around, only to see his mother, Elena, elegantly dressed in luxurious attire,

going on with you? I feel like ever since Cecilia’s death, you’ve become a

Nathaniel remained indifferent.

unchanged, from beginning to

confusion, “Don’t tell me you’ve fallen

a moment’s hesitation, Nathaniel

to say something more, but Nathaniel sternly

moment she left, Nathaniel sat alone in the living room,

had drunk, only that

though the heater was on, Nathaniel

The clock struck twelve.

Nathaniel woke up from his drunken stupor, he thought

he reached out to grab

Att

Villa,

ringing with calls from Stella. When

glancing at his phone, Zachary

always carried with him. He held it tightly, his fingertips gently

years later,

group of two adults and a child was