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 again, Nathaniel

He found it challenging to suppress the unsettling

I feel upset when

summer top. Once she put it on, even though her hair

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

when he saw her come out. He extinguished the cigarette in

“Where are you going?”

12:24 PM c

Steal

I’m having

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

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

+5 Pearls:

to the private room, only to find that Calvin had

so I

“Thank you.”

on the

Calvin refrained from mentioning the marks on her

serving her

seemed somewhat distracted as

tell me. Don’t keep it all to

“Okay.”

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

they finished eating, he escorted Cecilia back

he

his good friend, Yannick Hayes. “So, how

the car window.

mean, no? That’s not like you at

full of energy, acting swiftly in everything he