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.

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

it, Cecilia couldn’t be bothered to

wouldn’t be able to withstand for long. He would eventually revert

and efficient at his job, yet his cooking skills were

took over an

be delivered,” Nathaniel suggested as

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

She asked,

stiffened. “Of

egg that was burnt

“Have this,” he said..

the egg in his bowl

noticed her gaze and explained, “I’m

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

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

it’s gotten cold. I’ll have breakfast

realize that he

could even react, Nathaniel had already tossed the oatmeal along with the bowl into the trash

rose from his seat and stepped

regret. Why hadn’t he asked for it to be delivered from the

floor–to–ceiling windows at Nathaniel outside.