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

found

cook

figure, feeling a stir in his

clean, as if it had just been renovated. However, there was not

managed to get by after she

had no choice but

the living room couch. Eyes slightly closed, she

seemed as if everything had returned

discomfort, yet

taking a short break, he switched on his cell

had summarized the online public opinion and informed

was quietly observing the public opinion about Stella, his

to the person in charge: Let

that, he promptly shut off

life. As for her

a subsidiary of Rainsworth Group. If all the online reports were accurate, he had to consider whether or not

was unaware that Nathaniel had already let Vivian

the table and

“Time to eat.

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

how skilled