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.

to eat it, feel free to toss it,” he remarked as he continued eating, but his gaze remained fixed

a spoonful of eggs, and murmured, “This is the

failed to grasp the underlying

much

asked him, “We’ve known each

wouldn’t bother remembering

“Yeah. Over a decade.”

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

hear her. “What

“I said it’s delicious.”

fish. This is my

entire plate of scrambled

can get you some more.” Nathaniel was about to get up and refill her plate, but he

only to realize that her neck and hands were

His gaze

“I’m allergic to seafood.”

at him

known each other for seventeen years and been married for over three, and yet he had

scooped her up and rushed her into the car, making

tell me about your allergy?” he asked, exasperated while on the

before. I guess

brought it up

in high school when she spent

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