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

Chapter 68 Felix Is Very Unhappy

Without the little troublemaker around, it was a rare opportunity for Cecilia and Vivian to stroll around the streets together.

Because of what happened with Ernest, Vivian planned to stay in Tudela for a while. That way, she could also help Cecilia take care of Jonathan.

“Truly, I’m so grateful,” Cecilia sincerely expressed.

“There’s no need for such formality between us.”

Meanwhile, over at the preschool.

The moment Jonathan appeared in the classroom, his angelic face, seemingly untouched by the troubles of the world, instantly drew the attention of all the preschool girls.

The teacher introduced him as someone who had just returned–from abroad, urging everyone to take good care of him.

Vivian’s nephew, Dante, had received a call from his aunt the night before. She informed him that there would be a new transfer student the following day and insisted that he must become good friends with the boy.”

He had initially assumed that the other person was just like him, a robust young boy.

Unexpectedly, the new student was incredibly attractive, even more so than most girls, and adorable in a way that made one want to protect him.

Dante waved at him in greeting.

Jonathan, ever adaptable, took a seat next to him.

“You’re Jonathan Smith, right? My Aunt Vivian asked me to look out for you.” Dante gave his chest a firm pat and assured Jonathan, “Don’t worry. From now on, your concerns are my

concerns.

I appreciate

was Jonathan remarkably beautiful, but his voice was

only he

thoughts, Jonathan glanced around the classroom. His gaze settled on

little suit. Every single button

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worth a fortune.

the desk, yawning,

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descendant of the Rainsworth family. You absolutely mustn’t

couldn’t help but

is truly

“Don’t worry.”

reassuring glance, then promptly

himself, Luckily, the friend Aunt Vivian introduced isn’t a

were primarily drawing, folding paper crafts, playing, and occasionally engaging in fun

was already well–versed in

out too much, he still pretended to be just an

him. They

Dante felt