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.

stopped at its center and gazed up at the full moon. The soft light bathed her

moonlight. Her wish had been simple and earnest: to marry Nathaniel

short distance away, watching her intently. The moonlight seemed to cast a glow around her, making her appear ethereal, as though

eyes searching his face. “Nathaniel, why aren’t you coming over?”

side, he took her hand in his, but immediately noticed

your

words were a gentle echo of something Nathaniel had once said to her

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

all?” Cecilia looked up at him, her expression hopeful, as if waiting for a

It was as if the Nathaniel she had known as a child had

lay in bed with her eyes tightly shut, but the words Miranda had spoken earlier that

had a question that’s been bothering me,” Miranda said, her voice carrying an air of mystery.

awake 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 Nicholas had

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

her visit, as if she had been expecting it. Removing her sunglasses, she asked, “So how was