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.”

she might cry

outside, lighting up a cigarette. He found it challenging to suppress the unsettling feeling

I feel

Once she put it on, even though her hair covered

at her reflection in the mirror for a long time before finally stepping

saw her come

“Where are you going?”

12:24 PM c

173 Steal

I’m having lunch

hadn’t been for the fact that Cecilia was truly under his surveillance,

sense of guilt, he didn’t try

+5 Pearls:

herself, Cecilia returned to the private room, only to find

the cold, so I had the waitress bring over

“Thank you.”

put on

the meal, Calvin refrained from mentioning the marks on her

serving her

somewhat distracted as she

something is troubling you, you must tell me. Don’t

“Okay.”

her words were just lip service. She would certainly never

he escorted Cecilia back to

he

was from his good friend, Yannick Hayes. “So, how did it go? Did you confess to

gazed out the

mean, no? That’s not like

energy, acting