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

Chapter 95 Promised Her

Nathaniel cast him a profound glance. “No need. I’ve already promised her.”

A glimmer of disappointment flickered in Zachary’s eyes. He couldn’t help but probe, “Don’t you dislike being in such situations the most?”

Nathaniel keenly noticed something was off with Zachary and said lightly. “There’s an exception to everything!”

Zachary didn’t stay there for long before he left.

When he stepped out into the open–air corridor, he saw Cecilia engaged in lively conversation and laughter with the company’s employees.

That sort of smile on her was something he had never seen before.

Arnold approached Zachary, “Old Mr. Rainsworth requests your return, Mr. Zachary.”

“Understood,” replied Zachary,

During the afternoon, Cecilia was in the newly opened music classroom at the school for the special. She sat at the piano, teaching children with disabilities how to play.

Nathaniel was standing outside the door, surrounded by a group of bodyguards.

It was his first time witnessing Cecilia play the piano. The clear and melodious sound of the piano. was akin to a gently flowing stream, refreshing to the soul.

Nathaniel focused on the faint smile on Cecilia’s face, a sight he rarely saw.

you’re

did you manage to

children looked up

wore a hearing. aid. Perhaps it was because they could empathize with

willing to put in

been waiting

always perceived Cecilia as a pampered young lady and a good–for–nothing. However, he realized he

Cecilia bid farewell to each of the children one by

had already dismissed his bodyguards. He stood

was upright. his

was slowly walking toward him. “Mr.

than she noticed that Nathaniel had extinguished the

and somewhat confused. Since then had he developed such a fondness for smoking? I remember, in the past, he

right: Nathaniel gazed at her serene and exquisite face. his throat tightening, his voice coming out in a

handed Nathaniel the small bag she was

looked puzzled. “What is

have given you a gift. It’s a painting, as a token

did not reach out to take it. “You can hold

that thing was nothing more than trash because

understood who he was, so

Without another word, Cecilia turned to