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

Chapter 108 Cooking For Him

Cecilia was taken aback.

Before she could react, Nathaniel had already settled back onto the couch, gazing at her. “I’m not feeling well,” he said. “Stay and take care of me.”

“If I take care of you, would you be willing to let my friend go?”

Nathaniel grunted in agreement, his voice hoarse yet magnetic.

“Fine,” agreed Cecilia.

After all, she had planned to get closer to Nathaniel.

Nathaniel leaned back on the couch, a dull ache throbbing in his stomach. He hadn’t eaten anything since he went overseas the night before.

“Ms. Smith, you haven’t forgotten how to cook, have you? I’m hungry.”

“I’ll order some takeout for you,” Cecilia said, pulling out her phone.

Just as she was about to order, Nathaniel furrowed his brows, stopping her, “I want to eat your cooking.”

“If I cook, it would take at least an hour or two,” Cecilia explained.

“I can wait.”

was fixed intently on Cecilia’s face, not wavering for even

consequently found it

go cook

her slender figure,

clean, as if it had just been

had no idea how Nathaniel managed to get by after she

had no choice but to order

lying on the living room couch. Eyes slightly closed, she was listening to the bustling sounds of Cecilia cooking

seemed as if everything had

discomfort, yet his spirits had

he switched on his

department had summarized the online public opinion and informed

the public

message to the person in

he promptly shut off

had saved his mother’s life. As for

all the online reports were accurate, he had to consider whether or

Cecilia was unaware that Nathaniel had already let Vivian go and was

was served on the table and cold medicine was

“Time to eat.

taking in the sight of the plethora of dishes on the table. They were as appealing to the eyes as they were to

noticed just how skilled Cecilia is at