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.

dressed in custom–made attire, standing in the kitchen. It was strikingly

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

would eventually revert

and efficient at his job, yet his cooking skills

over an hour to prepare

good, just order something to be delivered,” Nathaniel suggested as he sat

oatmeal and slightly burnt eggs in front of her, and was reminded of the barely edible seafood oatmeal she had last time. It was a stark contrast to the pictures Stella had posted on her social media as she boasted about Nathaniel’s ability to

cook?” She asked, as

stiffened. “Of

quirked an eyebrow, discarded the portion of the egg that was burnt in his bowl, and then passed it to

“Have this,” he said..

watched as he once again swapped the egg in his bowl with

gaze and explained, “I’m just not

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

her oatmeal. However, before

it’s gotten cold. I’ll have breakfast

bite earlier, only to realize that he

had already tossed the oatmeal along with

rose from his seat and stepped outside, making a call to have breakfast

felt a twinge of regret. Why hadn’t he asked for it to be delivered

gazing through the floor–to–ceiling windows at Nathaniel outside. She felt that