When Her "Death" Couldn't Break Him (Cecilia and Nathaniel)

Chapter 309 Help Me Pick Out The Carrots

“I’ll go take a look,” Cecilia said, descending the stairs quickly after hearing the loud noise from below. When she reached Nathaniel’s room, she found the door tightly shut.

Nothing seemed amiss, so she decided not to investigate further. She figured that once Nathaniel could no longer bear staying here, he would leave on his own.

The following day, Cecilia woke up early to start preparing breakfast. She deliberately cooked carrots and scrambled eggs, knowing that Nathaniel had always been a picky eater who disliked carrots.

It was a trait that their son, Jonathan, had inherited–if there was even a hint of carrot in his food, he wouldn’t touch it.

Martha was still asleep, so Cecilia set aside a portion for her and served out the rest.

After freshening up, Nathaniel emerged from his room, dressed in casual home clothes. As Cecilia glanced over at him, she noticed a large wound on his forehead, instantly understanding that the noise from the previous night was likely due to him bumping his head.

Pretending not to notice, she said, “Breakfast is ready.”

“Okay,” Nathaniel replied, carefully making his way over to the dining table. The house wasn’t large, but it was filled with furniture that could easily become obstacles. He was wary of bumping into anything again, knowing it would only add to Cecilia’s annoyance.

As much as Cecilia wanted him to leave quickly, she couldn’t bear to watch him walk into walls. “Move a bit to the left,” she instructed, “you’re about to hit the wall.”

the left and quickly found his way to the dining table. He pulled out a chair and sat down with surprising

I’ve remembered it,”

to take advantage

up some scrambled eggs and placed them

you. I’ll make a point to rise earlier in the mornings to lend you

hadn’t had a peaceful sleep due to the unfamiliar

need. You can’t see anyway;

have to work. You can move back to Daltonia Villa with Martha. I’ll take care of

care of us

so engrossed in eating her scrambled eggs that she nearly choked. “I don’t need

moment, Nathaniel presented a gold card to Cecilia.

parting his thin lips. He had asked Mason to prepare it before he came here, understanding that he was

Cecilia said firmly, pushing

set the card down on the table. “You may not want it, but I can’t

arguing further. “Hurry up and eat. I need to compose a song later,” she said, dismissing

golden card lay there, untouched, as Nathaniel picked up his spoon and took a bite of the scrambled eggs. As soon as the taste hit

“Ceci…”

irritated, as she looked up