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.

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

moonlight. Her wish had been simple and earnest: to marry Nathaniel one day. A wish that, in some ways, had come

watching her intently. The moonlight seemed to cast a glow around her, making her appear ethereal, as though she were a part of the night itself. The scene

her eyes searching his face. “Nathaniel, why

When he reached her side, he took her hand

are your hands so

warm.” The words were a gentle echo of something Nathaniel had

past exchanges, pulled her into his embrace, tucking her hand inside his trench coat to warm it. “One more minute, then we’re heading back,” he said. firmly, as if trying to

up at him, her expression hopeful, as if waiting for a flicker of

memory or sentimentality in his eyes. It was as if the Nathaniel she had known as a child had vanished completely, leaving

in bed with her eyes tightly shut, but the

air of mystery. “Back in the day,

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 Nicholas had gone. Why

Cecilia decided to confront Miranda directly. She made her way to Miranda’s residence, finding her sitting in the garden, basking in the

unsurprised by her visit, as if she had been expecting it.