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.”

that she might cry

stood outside, lighting up a cigarette. He found it challenging to suppress

do I feel

top. Once she put it on, even though her

at her reflection in the mirror for a

still standing there when he saw her come out. He extinguished the cigarette in his

“Where are you going?”

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know? I’m having lunch

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

out of a sense of guilt, he didn’t try to stop

+5 Pearls:

returned to the private room, only to find that Calvin

the cold, so I had the waitress bring

“Thank you.”

on

Calvin refrained from mentioning

serving her

seemed somewhat distracted as

must tell me. Don’t keep it

“Okay.”

that her words were just lip service. She would certainly never ask

finished eating, he escorted

watching Cecilia leave, he returned to

through. It was from his good friend, Yannick Hayes. “So, how did

out the

mean, no? That’s not like

energy, acting swiftly in everything he