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

there no need for him

was finished

driver then took the two of them

an office with Nathaniel, Cecilia found it utterly impossible to compose any

grew restless and

go out for

had been leafing through

Before she left, she added, “I have something to do tonight, so I’ll

as he lifted his eyes to look at her tranquil face, his

“What is it?”

Cecilia said, pretending

in his sharp eyes as he warned. “Let me remind you. Don’t do anything that would

words, Cecilia was ninety percent sure that Stella

it was quite peculiar as Nathaniel was not the kind of person

knows, then why didn’t he confront me directly? Why is he

company, Cecilia still

discreetly sent a text message

up in front of her. The man behind

Sven

Sven, the trusted right–hand man by Calvin’s side, was always thorough and thoughtful

the car. Sven informed her that a car

they knew those people were

to shake them off?”

“No need.”