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.

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

this very spot with Nathaniel, making a wish together under the moonlight. Her wish had been simple and earnest: to marry

making her appear ethereal, as though she were a part of the night itself. The scene before him

searching his face. “Nathaniel,

her. When he reached her side, he took her hand in his, but immediately noticed how cold it

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echo of something Nathaniel had once said to her

inside his trench coat to warm it. “One more minute, then we’re heading back,” he said. firmly, as if trying to protect her from the chill in the

hopeful, as if waiting for a flicker of recognition, some sign that he remembered the past they

It was as if the Nathaniel she had known as a child had vanished completely, leaving only this

found herself unable to sleep. She lay in bed with her eyes tightly shut,

carrying an air of mystery. “Back in the day, you described Nathaniel as a gentleman–kind and gentle,

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

decided to confront Miranda directly. She made her

been expecting it.