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.

Cecilia’s

Nathaniel deliberately spent extra time at

instructed his driver to head toward the

had boarded a car, coming

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

Sven to keep an eye on Rainsworth Group, to

as she had

was still fond of tattling as

any people in the café at

a private room, which conveniently offered a view

here

light jacket draped over her to conceal the allergic

jacket when going out for toot long, due to her fear of the cold, even in the

when Stella first returned to the country a

were striking, instantly capturing attention. She had regained her pre- marriage figure, and her face radiated an extraordinary elegance that left a profound impression on anyone who

felt a tinge of

Paula’s stunning looks. particularly her physique. It was evident she

suppressing the bitterness in her heart and

Nathaniel. Outside,

herself into a

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 it as you see

in his car. Listening to Stella’s words, his

ten billion in exchange for