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

Chapter 231 A Stranger

In an effort to avoid disappointing Cecilia, Nathaniel ultimately decided to take her out that night. The rain, which had been relentless earlier, finally gave way to a brief respite, allowing the full moon to cast its serene light over the landscape.

Nathaniel drove to the location Cecilia had indicated, which turned out to be a small pond. Or rather, it used to be a small pond; now it had been transformed into a public park, with the pond itself expanded into a man–made lake.

Fortunately, given the late hour, most people had already gone home, leaving the park quiet and almost deserted.

Cecilia stepped out of the car, wrapping her coat more tightly around herself.

Although winter had not yet arrived, she was dressed much more warmly than the average. person, her frail appearance making her seem almost delicate.

Nathaniel walked beside her, his gaze scanning the surroundings. “Is this the place?”

“Yeah,” Cecilia replied, her voice tinged with nostalgia. “The changes are significant.”

Nathaniel, however, found himself at a loss. He had visited the Smith residence a few times during his childhood, but he had never ventured to the back mountain and had no memory of a small pond being there.

along the wooden bridge that crossed the lake, Cecilia stopped at its center and gazed up at the full moon. The soft light bathed her face, and for a moment, she felt as though she had traveled back

this very spot with Nathaniel, making a wish together under the moonlight. Her wish had been

her appear ethereal, as

his face. “Nathaniel, why aren’t

snapped out of his reverie and slowly began to approach her. When he reached her side, he took her hand in his, but immediately noticed how

are your hands

playful smile, Cecilia replied, “One’s hands are cold because their heart is warm.” The words were a gentle echo of something Nathaniel had once said to

warm it. “One more minute, then we’re heading back,”

waiting for a flicker of

hint of memory or sentimentality in his eyes. It was as if the Nathaniel

home, Cecilia found herself unable to sleep. She lay in bed with her eyes tightly shut, but the words

bothering me,” Miranda said, her voice carrying an air of mystery. “Back in the day, you described Nathaniel as

long into the early morning hours. She had initially planned to find a way to take Elliot away with her today, but now she was filled with doubts. She needed to know if she had truly misplaced her love, and she needed to find out where

Nathaniel left to attend to some business matters. Meanwhile, Cecilia decided to confront Miranda directly. She made her way to Miranda’s residence,

expecting it. Removing her sunglasses, she asked, “So how was your little