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.

lake, Cecilia stopped at its center and gazed up at the full moon. The

wish together under the moonlight. Her wish had been simple and earnest: to marry Nathaniel one day.

intently. The moonlight seemed to cast a glow around her, making her appear ethereal, as

look at him, her eyes searching his face. “Nathaniel, why aren’t you coming over?” she

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

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cold because their heart is warm.” The words were a gentle echo

had no recollection of these 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

for a flicker of recognition, some sign that he remembered

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

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

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

away with her today, but now she was filled with doubts. She needed to know if she had

to attend to some business matters. Meanwhile, Cecilia decided to confront Miranda directly.

had been expecting it. Removing her sunglasses, she