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.

would she ever sell her composition to Stella just

a

due to extreme exhaustion, Cecilia unintentionally

awake by a call from her best friend,

I’ll be back in a

the bathroom, draped in a bathrobe.

have you been lately? Has Nathaniel been giving you a hard time? And what about that pretentious Stella? Does

I’m back, but she will soon,” replied

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

The doorbell rang mid–conversation.

Who could possibly be coming

side, Cecelia

guard outside, but these days, he had been constantly protecting Cecilia without any time to rest. Thus, Cecelia instructed him to go back and

a glance at the surveillance footage by the entrance.

Why is he here?

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

no reason for Cecelia to

She opened the door.

wore nothing but a loose white bathrobe, her long hair untidily draped over her shoulders. She leaned against the door and