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

Chapter 415 Why Did You Tell Me You Were Nathaniel Cassandra?

Cecilia’s body stiffened momentarily at the mention of the name.

Nathaniel held her close, immediately sensing the shift in her demeanor. “What’s wrong?” he asked, his concern evident.

Cecilia shook her head, trying to brush off her unease. “It’s nothing,” she replied, but Nathaniel wasn’t convinced, and his earlier good mood began to dissipate.

“If you don’t want to go to the engagement, I can attend alone,” Nathaniel offered.

“Martha said it herself–after all, I am his sister–in–law. It’s only right that I attend his engagement party,” Cecilia replied, her voice steady.

Hearing Cecilia acknowledge her role as his sister–in–law caused a small sense of relief to settle in Nathaniel’s heart. The heaviness he had felt just moments ago began to ease. When they returned home, Cecilia collapsed onto the couch, exhausted from the day’s events. She had barely settled. when her phone rang.

Cecilia answered it, not expecting much, but the voice on the other end was all too familiar. “Ceci, it’s me, Nicholas,” the voice said, and Cecilia’s heart immediately tightened.

met before, their conversations had always been brief, constrained by their respective

something you need?” Cecilia asked, her mind racing with questions she wanted to ask but

had tried to see Cecilia several times, but she had always turned him down. This phone

had often helped her in their childhood, Cecilia felt it would be too cold to refuse. “All right,” she

two hundred meters, and you’ll find me waiting for you,” Nicholas said, looking out toward the place where Cecilia lived, not far from where he

a jacket and headed out the door, making sure to stay quiet so as not to disturb

had the audacity to show

on her coat and picking up an umbrella, Cecilia stepped out into the heavy snowfall. The world outside was a vast, white expanse,

Maybach, parked discreetly beside a modest dwelling. Cecilia stopped

a black coat, and despite the falling snow, he had no umbrella. He walked toward

simply return and find another way to see her. Cecilia slowed her pace, her gaze fixed on Nicholas‘ familiar face. She was momentarily entranced by how

Before she could speak, Nicholas smiled and broke the silence. “Don’t

remembered from her childhood was now

course, I recognize you,” Cecilia stammered, her