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.

full moon. The soft light bathed her face, and for a moment, she felt as though she had

under the moonlight. Her wish had been simple

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

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

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

your hands

playful smile, Cecilia replied, “One’s hands are cold because their heart is warm.” The words were a gentle echo of something Nathaniel had once said to her when they were children, but now they felt almost foreign

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 protect her from the chill in the

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

there was nothing–no hint of memory or sentimentality in his eyes. It was as if the Nathaniel she

found herself unable to sleep. She lay in bed with her eyes tightly shut, but the words Miranda had spoken

that’s been bothering me,” Miranda said, her voice carrying an air of mystery. “Back in the day, you

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

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

seemed unsurprised by her visit, as if she had been expecting it. Removing her sunglasses, she asked, “So how was your little