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

Chapter 121 I Want To Marry You

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Nathaniel moved downstairs step by step, his long legs carrying him toward Cecilia. Upon reaching her, he noticed tear–streaks on her face. Her hands were clenched tightly into fists, and she was sleeping defensively, curled up on the couch.

The air conditioning inside the room was turned down low. He reached out, covering Cecilia with a blanket. Just as he was about to make a call to have breakfast delivered, the front door opened from the outside. Stella walked in, high heels clicking, breakfast in hand.

“Nathaniel, I’ve brought you breakfast. Isn’t today the company’s anniversary? Later, let’s go. together-” Before she could even finish, her gaze fell upon Cecilia, who was sleeping on the couch. Stella was completely frozen in place, unable to believe what was happening.

How did Cecilia end up sleeping here? Did the two of them spend the entire night together?

Nathaniel looked at her groggily, confusion evident in his voice, “How did you get in?”

She had arrived so silently, bypassing the security at the entrance. This could only mean she had used either a fingerprint password or facial recognition.

Stella tightly clutched the bag in her hand, her face paling slightly. “Mdm. Elena arranged this. She wanted to make it easier for me to take care of you in the future.”

to the identification system at the entrance of Daltonia Villa, thus granting her unrestricted access to the property.

yesterday, but unfortunately, she couldn’t get through on the phone. Her gaze lingered on Cecilia before

“Let’s talk outside.”

rested, she didn’t put on her hearing aid, so she wasn’t disturbed

resentment buried deep in her heart reaching its peak. “Why was Ceci sleeping on

took a drag from his cigarette.

face stiffened. “Nathaniel, aren’t you already divorced from Ceci? Isn’t this

for you to casually drop

picked up the phone,

her. Outside the room, Stella was situated just right to see Cecilia

words he had spoken

me two choices? I’ve made up my mind; I

these words, and she couldn’t help but halt in

her. “Are

firmly. “I’m