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.”

gaze was fixed intently on Cecilia’s face,

found it

cook right

gazed at her slender figure, feeling a

just been renovated. However, there was not a single. dish in

managed to get by

choice but

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

if everything had

yet his

he switched on

department had summarized the online

was quietly observing the public opinion about

a message to the person in charge:

promptly shut off his

his mother’s life. As for her personal

of Rainsworth Group. If all the online reports were accurate, he had to consider whether or

unaware that Nathaniel had already let Vivian go and was preparing

dish 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 the nose and

just how skilled Cecilia