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.

they had met before, their conversations had always been brief, constrained

mind racing with questions she wanted to ask but found herself unable

talk in person?” Nicholas asked. He had tried to see Cecilia several times, but she had always turned him down. This phone call

recalling how he had often helped her in their childhood, Cecilia

find me waiting for you,” Nicholas said, looking out toward

a jacket and headed out the door, making sure to stay quiet so as not to disturb Nathaniel, who was busy in

had

up an umbrella, Cecilia stepped out into the heavy snowfall. The world outside was a vast, white expanse, muffling the sounds of the

a sleek black Maybach, parked discreetly beside a modest dwelling. Cecilia stopped in her tracks, hesitant to move

out. He was clad in a black coat, and despite the falling snow, he had no umbrella. He

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 much

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

instant, memories from the past rushed back to her. The Nathaniel she remembered from her childhood was now standing before her, and it sent a pang

you,” Cecilia stammered, her voice