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

together under the moonlight. Her wish had

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 before him

to look at him, her eyes searching his face. “Nathaniel, why aren’t you

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

your hands so

The words were a gentle echo of something Nathaniel had once said

tucking her hand inside his trench coat to warm it. “One more minute, then we’re heading back,”

that all?” Cecilia looked up at him, her expression hopeful, as if waiting for a flicker of recognition, some sign that he remembered the past

in his eyes. It was as if the Nathaniel she had known as a child had vanished completely, leaving only this stranger in his

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

Miranda said, her voice carrying an air of

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

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

her visit, as if she had been expecting it. Removing her sunglasses, she asked,