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

Chapter 173 Steal His Woman

Does it matter if he noticed those marks?

“Do you care about him that much? Are you afraid he’ll be mad after seeing those marks?” Nathaniel’s voice carried a bitter edge.

Cecilia didn’t respond to him.

He simply couldn’t understand why she had cried.

Before, Nathaniel remained indifferent when Cecilia cried, but now, her tears left him feeling utterly powerless.

“Stop crying.”

He gently kissed her forehead, the bridge of her nose, and her cheeks.

A flicker passed through Cecilia’s eyes. She tried to push him away but simply couldn’t.

At that moment, there was a knock at the door.

“Ms. Smith, I brought you new clothes,” the waitress announced from outside.

Nathaniel abruptly halted, leaning close to Cecilia’s ear, his breathing heavy.

Cecilia wiped away the tears on her face and glared at him.

Nathaniel subtly shifted his position, allowing her the space to open the door and retrieve her clothes.

Cecilia cracked open the door slightly, collecting her clothes, and composed herself.

“Mr. Rainsworth, would you mind stepping out? I need to change my clothes.”

might cry again, Nathaniel

found it challenging to suppress the unsettling feeling

I feel upset when Cecilia

had bought her a summer top. Once she put it on, even though her hair covered her neck, the tiny, scattered marks were still

gazed at her reflection in the mirror for a long

when he saw her come out. He extinguished

“Where are you going?”

12:24 PM c

Steal His

know? I’m having lunch with a

for the fact that Cecilia was truly under his surveillance, Nathaniel would certainly not have allowed

of a sense of guilt, he

+5 Pearls:

to find that Calvin had left a jacket on

I had the

“Thank you.”

put on

Calvin refrained from

serving

seemed somewhat distracted as

you, you must tell me. Don’t keep it all to yourself,” Calvin

“Okay.”

lip service. She

they finished eating, he escorted Cecilia back to

Cecilia leave, he returned

good friend, Yannick Hayes.

gazed out the

do you mean, no? That’s not like you

was always full of energy, acting swiftly in