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.

when he

his expression wasn’t quite right, Zachary

study medicine in depth lately. You wouldn’t believe the number of surgeries I’ve performed these past few

this period, he was

intertwined with this woman’s, and

memory of such a thing

not anticipated that his

“Why?”

do you

you once declared you would rather die than become

glass and hid his expression. “I was just young and naive back then. Studying

didn’t tell the

he had been investigating her hearing impairness and the instances

a doctor, aiming to find a way to enable Cecilia to live

he could do for her

that he was hiding something from him. Seeing his reluctance to

his phone and upon unlocking it, he saw a

apology, but unexpectedly, he

Cecilia checking in

she was

You mean Vivian: Zachary asked after pondering for

“Right.”

these past few days, my old man has been constantly pushing me to

his eyebrows slightly.

cup of tea,