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

Chapter 41 A Talentless Primadonna

Stella’s expression was somewhat hard to read. She couldn’t figure out what was going on. Since four years ago, Zachary had seemed like a different person, turning a blind eye to all her requests.

As for Nathaniel, Stella wasn’t confident that he would lend a hand.

Yet, there wasn’t anything Stella desired that she couldn’t obtain.

She said to her agent, “Find a way, no matter what, to get her composition in our possession.”

After hanging up the phone with Central Media, a hint of coldness flashed through Cecelia’s previously calm eyes.

Nobody understood Stella better than she did.

Over the years, Stella remained talentless in the acting or music scene.

Stealing the fruits of others‘ labor and usurping their livelihoods; she would never have lasted as long as she did without Nathaniel and Zachary’s support.

No one knew the struggles of composing music as a hearing–impaired person.

Over the years, Cecelia had been working tirelessly to take care of her two children and Martha. She was constantly working hard, afraid that they might not have a good life.

The money she was now earning was already enough to support her entire family.

sell her composition to Stella just

to her house, Cecilia set her phone aside and headed to the bathroom for a soak. As she bathed,

exhaustion, Cecilia unintentionally fell asleep while lying in the

jolted awake by a

in a couple

draped in a bathrobe. “I’ll throw you

Nathaniel been giving you a hard time? And what about that pretentious Stella? Does she know you’re back?” Vivian was genuinely concerned

I’m back, but she

by the warm, summer. She added, As for Nathaniel, don’t worry. I

The doorbell rang mid–conversation.

Who could possibly be coming at this

side, Cecelia felt a

insisted on standing guard outside, but these days, he had been constantly protecting Cecilia without any time to rest. Thus, Cecelia instructed him to

the surveillance footage

Why is he here?

was standing outside, his tall figure looming over her doorway. Under

was no reason for

She opened the door.

nothing but a loose white bathrobe, her long hair untidily draped over