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

Chapter 323 No One Will Think You Are Mute

Cecilia tightened her grip on Nathaniel’s hand even more while lowering her voice. “Even if you. don’t speak, no one will think you’re mute.”

Nathaniel seemed impervious to pain as he addressed Calvin. “Apologies, Mr. Reese. My wife and I have plans to have a couple’s time with my wife tonight, so I’m afraid we won’t be able to invite you over for dinner.”

A couple’s time… Calvin’s handsome face appeared somewhat rigid.

He knew that Nathaniel was only trying to provoke him, yet he couldn’t help but lose his composure.

At first, Mason, who was standing off to the side, was worried that his boss was being bullied. Upon seeing the situation, he finally sighed in relief.

People standing around them would occasionally glance in their direction. At first, everyone assumed that Cecilia and Calvin were a couple. It was only later that they realized that Nathaniel was, in fact, Cecilia’s husband.

Under curious gazes, Cecilia purchased ravioli.

Cecilia had promised to treat Calvin, so she bought some ravioli for him, too.

“I’ll be heading back first,” said Cecilia.

“All right, see you next time.” Calvin watched as Cecilia walked away.

A little while later, Mason was seated in his car while Cecilia and Nathaniel were together in Cecilia’s car.

hot, yet the temperature inside

the car right away. Instead, she gently pulled

mean earlier?” she asked

away, yet he

suddenly come looking for me? Who

handsome

something! Weren’t you quite

moment, Nathaniel pulled her into

against his heart. “Ceci, I’m angry, and I don’t want

aback, Cecilia struggled to lift her head, looking toward

those bizarre things right in front of Calvin, he had the audacity to claim that he was

“What are you

voice choked up. “You’re

since he woke up in the

the

night, Nathaniel found himself alone in his cramped room, her

with such intense longing

and she became acutely aware of the drastic changes

Blushing, she exclaimed, “Shameless!”

wriggled

own changes. He didn’t try to explain himself. Instead, his large hand once again grasped Cecilia’s. His voice was hoarse as