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

Chapter 152 Personal Business

Upon receiving a text message from Cecilia, Stella’s lips curled up in delight. Without delay, she texted Nathaniel: Nathaniel, I’m not sure what kind of relationship you’re maintaining with Cecilia right note, but she’s not as simple as she seems. If you don’t believe me, meet me at the cafe on Cross Street at ten tonight.

She wanted to expose Cecilia’s true colors right in front of Nathaniel.

At that time, Cecilia was unaware of all this. After she had woken up and freshened up, she saw Nathaniel sitting on the living room couch, engrossed in his phone.

Upon hearing footsteps, Nathaniel secretly deleted the message from Stella, then lifted his head to look at Cecilia.

“Let’s go out for breakfast.”

Cecilia was somewhat puzzled. She was sure she had seen breakfast laid out in the dining room.

Without giving it much thought, she went out to eat with Nathaniel.

In the restaurant outside, a refined breakfast was laid out on the table.

Without any hesitation, Cecilia picked out her favorite dishes and began eating.

Nathaniel had been paying close attention to her. “Don’t you have anything to tell me?”

“What?”

Cecilia looked puzzled, but deep down, she had thought of Stella.

“There’s nothing.”

ask any

had really been idle lately. Is there no need

breakfast was finished

the two of

an office with Nathaniel, Cecilia found it

and found herself standing before Nathaniel’s

want to go out for

hand, which had been leafing through the documents, paused.

left, she added, “I have something

gaze deepened as he lifted his eyes to look at her

“What is it?”

business,” Cecilia said,

aback by her words, his expression solemn. A chill flickered in his sharp eyes as he warned. “Let me remind you. Don’t do anything that

words, Cecilia was ninety percent sure that Stella had told him

was not

didn’t he confront me directly? Why is he

leaving the company, Cecilia still didn’t

a

of her. The man behind the wheel

Sven

reputation. Sven, the trusted right–hand man by

the car. Sven informed her that

knew

to shake them off?”

“No need.”