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.

her

a soak. As she bathed, she pondered

to extreme exhaustion, Cecilia unintentionally fell asleep while lying

a call from her

I’ll be back in a

a bathrobe. “I’ll throw you a welcome party once

you a hard time? And what about that

still doesn’t know I’m back, but she will soon,” replied

she was greeted by the warm, summer. She added, As for Nathaniel,

The doorbell rang mid–conversation.

at night. Who could

by her side, Cecelia felt

these days, he had been constantly protecting Cecilia without any time to rest. Thus, Cecelia instructed him to

descended the stairs, casting a glance at the surveillance footage by the entrance. Her breath

Why is he here?

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

was right outside, and there was no reason for Cecelia to turn him

She opened the door.

a loose white bathrobe, her long hair untidily draped over her shoulders. She leaned against the door and