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

Chapter 157 Love Or Compatibility

Cecilia stepped out of her bedroom in her slippers and realized that Nathaniel had not yet returned.

“When will she come over?”

“We agreed on ten in the morning,” Vivian replied.

“All right; I’m on my way now.

After hanging up the phone, Cecilia pondered for a moment. She decided to send a text message to Nathaniel, letting him know that she was heading to Vivian’s house.

After visiting Vivian’s house today, there was a chance to see Jonathan in the evening.

Though it had only been a few days since they’d last seen each other, to Cecilia, it felt as if it had been an eternity. She found herself wondering how he had been faring recently.

Meanwhile, it was incredibly quiet inside Elite Club.

Zachary hadn’t slept well that morning and was summoned here for a drink.

“Nathaniel, why are you drinking alcohol so early in the morning? You have no idea how busy I’ve been lately.”

Zachary hadn’t even had the chance to take off his white lab coat.

Nathaniel watched him, observing his carefree demeanor.

“Why are you so busy? You’re not married like Darren, after all.”

“You’ve got a wife, so what are you doing here?” Zachary retorted.

choked up when he

that his expression wasn’t quite right, Zachary quickly changed the

up to study medicine in depth lately. You wouldn’t believe

during this period, he was also secretly

exactly his life had intertwined with this

any memory of such a thing at

his transformation would occur

“Why?”

do you

you would rather

Zachary lifted his wine glass and hid his expression. “I was just young and naive back then. Studying medicine is a decent choice.

didn’t tell the

been investigating her hearing impairness and the instances of her cars

to find a

he could do for

could tell that he was hiding something from him.

and upon unlocking it, he saw a text

thought it was going to be an apology, but

leaned in. “Is Cecilia checking

she was going to her best friend’s

Zachary asked

“Right.”

my old man has been constantly pushing

his eyebrows slightly. “What you

cup of tea, replied