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

Chapter 153 She Had Been Played

All Cecilia could do was gaze from a distance at the sea of pink begonias blooming outside the courtyard.

“I didn’t expect them to still be here,” she murmured.

Sven followed her gaze, and what met his eyes were the beautiful begonia flowers, truly a delightful sight to behold.

The mansion appeared quaint, yet it was brimming with vitality. It was evident that the original owner had put a lot of thought and care into its construction.

“What is this?” Sven couldn’t help but ask.

“The home I grew up in in Tudela,” Cecilia replied.

Regrettably, she no longer had the right enter the mansion.

“Let’s go.” Cecilia shifted her gaze away.

The vehicle slowly pulled away.

Cecilia hadn’t noticed a man hiding in the nearby shrubs. The man looked a bit disheveled, having been secretly lurking there for a while.

After taking a stroll around the city, Cecilia requested Sven to drive her back to Daltonia Villa.

Afterward, she was in the music room, playing the piano while simultaneously writing sheet music.

reported Cecilia’s itinerary to

deliberately spent extra time at the

his driver to

boarded a

vibrated. Upon checking, it was a message from Sven that read: Nathaniel’s car has

an eye on Rainsworth Group,

as she

was still fond

hardly any people in the café

reserved a private room, which conveniently offered a view of

here right on

was clad in a long dress, with a light jacket draped over her to conceal the allergic red

she would always prepare a jacket when going out for toot long, due to her

Cecilia was completely different from when Stella first returned to the

and her face radiated an extraordinary

tinge of jealousy toward

she had undeniably inherited Paula’s stunning looks. particularly her

bitterness in her heart

already been made to Nathaniel. Outside, he could hear the conversation between

settled herself into

money, and even if I could, I don’t think it would be right to give it to you. After all, Nathaniel isn’t a commodity. He isn’t something you can just sell off. Take this one hundred million, and use

phone, Nathaniel was seated in his car. Listening to Stella’s words, his

demand ten billion in exchange for me? She