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

Chapter 206 Fallen For Her

There was pin drop silence in the room..

Suddenly, Nathaniel realized that besides knowing that Cecilia loved flowers, wanted to visit her hometown, and desired to go to Tidgate, he couldn’t think of anything else she might want…

Cecilia also noticed his discomfort and casually remarked, “Hadn’t we agreed not to continue playing the role of husband and wife?”

Nathaniel’s voice was laced with a hint of bitterness. “What do you mean ‘we agreed? That was clearly your decision alone.”

Her decision…

If everything required the consent of both parties, then what did his solitary meeting with Stella amount to?

Cecilia’s lips tightened, losing all color. “All right then, there are nineteen days left. I hope you’ll keep your promise in the end. I’m going to cook.”

She turned around and headed to the kitchen.

The heaviness in Nathaniel’s heart grew increasingly suffocating.

He quickly stepped forward. “I’ll do it.”

Taken aback, Cecilia momentarily froze. By the time she regained her composure, Nathaniel had already made his way into the kitchen.

in custom–made attire, standing in

wanted to do it, Cecilia couldn’t be bothered to

be able to withstand for long. He would eventually revert to his old self, and

at his job, yet his cooking skills were

over an hour to prepare

doesn’t taste good, just order something to be delivered,” Nathaniel suggested as he sat down. at

her, and was reminded of the barely edible seafood oatmeal she had last time. It was a stark

not know how to cook?” She asked, as if compelled by some unseen

stiffened. “Of course

quirked an eyebrow, discarded the portion of the egg that was burnt in

“Have this,” he said..

again swapped the egg in his bowl with hers, meticulously removing the undesirable parts with

explained, “I’m

possibly know how to cook? Since young, he had barely set foot

more questions as she ate her oatmeal. However, before she could even taste it, Nathaniel’s hand

it’s gotten cold. I’ll

a bite earlier, only to realize that he

Nathaniel had already tossed the oatmeal along with

and stepped outside, making a call to have breakfast

felt a twinge of regret. Why hadn’t he asked for it to be delivered from the start? He had unnecessarily

room, gazing through the floor–to–ceiling windows at Nathaniel outside. She felt that his behavior