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

Chapter 144 Scrambled Eggs

The next morning, as soon as Cecilia woke up, she saw a bustling figure in the open–concept kitchen.

The sight of the man cooking scrambled eggs took her by surprise. He was dressed in a light- colored shirt and grey trousers, with an apron tied around his waist.

She had never seen Nathaniel cook before.

From what Stella had said, he knew how to cook and had even personally prepared meals for her before.

Upon hearing footsteps from the floor above, Nathaniel looked up.

“You’re up. Come have some scrambled eggs,” he said, placing two plates on the dining table.

Unbeknownst to Cecilia, there was an entire panful of burned eggs in the sink.

Nathaniel’s slender fingers were still tinged with a burnished red hue.

Born with a silver spoon in his mouth, he was so pampered that he couldn’t even wash dishes, let alone cook. The man had practically zero living skills, and the scrambled eggs were something he learned on the fly from the internet.

He looked at his own hand, reddened from the heat. Cooking isn’t that hard, after all

He wasn’t sure why he had suddenly felt the urge to cook scrambled eggs early in the morning. Perhaps it was due to the regret he felt from speaking out of turn the previous night.

As Cecilia arrived at the dining room, she froze at the sight of the scrambled eggs with salmon, not picking up her spoon.

Thinking he must have done something wrong, Nathaniel pulled out a chair and sat down to take a bite of the food. It was average but edible.

he remarked as he continued eating,

picked up the cutlery, scooped a spoonful of eggs, and murmured, “This is

the

much as

the woman then asked him, “We’ve known each other for about seventeen years

bother remembering

“Yeah. Over a decade.”

spooned mouthful after mouthful of eggs, she muttered, “I’m such an

hear her. “What

“I said it’s delicious.”

This is my first attempt,” the man

entire plate of scrambled

some more.” Nathaniel was about to get up and refill her plate,

looked at her again, only to realize that her neck and

wrong?” His

“I’m allergic to seafood.”

stared at him as she

seventeen years and been married for over

head. In a flurry, he scooped her up and rushed her

lost your mind? Why didn’t you tell me about your allergy?” he asked, exasperated while on the

told you before. I guess

had brought it up to

in high school when she

had noticed that she hadn’t eaten enough at the banquet, so he secretly took her out to