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..

the floor–to–ceiling window, lighting one cigarette

you better hope

him, someone pushed the

to see his mother, Elena,

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

Nathaniel remained indifferent.

remained unchanged, from beginning

hold back any longer, Elena voiced her confusion, “Don’t

moment’s hesitation, Nathaniel

wanted to say something more, but Nathaniel sternly showed

left, Nathaniel sat alone in the living

had drunk, only that

heater was on, Nathaniel

The clock struck twelve.

Nathaniel woke up from his drunken

reached out to grab

Att

time in Seabay Villa, Zachary was also not

from Stella. When he didn’t pick up, she started sending text

glancing at his phone, Zachary switched

he took out the emerald pendant he always carried with him. He held it tightly, his fingertips gently caressing its

years later, at Erihal

of two adults and