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

Chapter 431 Is It That Embarrassing To Apologize

The following morning, for the first time, the household staff found Nathaniel sound asleep on the couch.

Upon hearing some noise, Nathaniel immediately opened his eyes. “Ceci.”

“Mr. Nathaniel, it’s me. Mrs. Rainsworth is still asleep,” the housekeeper replied.

Nathaniel frowned slightly. “I see. You all may leave now. There’s no need to come over these next few days unless I summon you.”

He had grown accustomed to living in Sparaville and wasn’t fond of having too many housekeepers around.

“Understood.”

The housekeeper cautiously stepped out, gently closing the door behind her.

After being awoken, Nathaniel found himself no longer sleepy, so he decided to wait for Cecilia to get up.

Since becoming pregnant, Cecilia would sleep deeply, often waking up late each day.

Having spent the entire afternoon with Cassandra shopping yesterday, she didn’t wake up ten in the morning today.

After she had freshened up and descended the stairs, she was greeted by the tantalizing aroma of food.

Nathaniel in the living room, but as she approached the kitchen, she saw him standing by the stove, busying himself in a somewhat

work or his piano–playing skills.

Cecilia couldn’t bear it

“Don’t worry, I bought this from outside, so it’s edible. I’m just

was worried about his cooking not being tasty, so he

well despite not knowing how to cook. As

then; don’t burn your

matters. Not wanting to make things too difficult for him, Cecilia moved

watched Nathaniel’s busy yet inexperienced movements, and thoughts of what Stella had said in

that Nathaniel would

Instagram, the spread of dishes looking as if they were

with Nathaniel, she realized that he truly couldn’t cook, leading her to believe that Stella had intentionally deceived

deep in thought, Nathaniel had already

“Let’s eat.”

her senses, Cecilia accepted

their meal, she couldn’t help but ask, “Did you

was once again mistaking him for Nicholas and was testing and being disdainful

how to do, I know

Cecilia’s face. “If you keep being so sarcastic, I’m

angry, even though

voice softened considerably in an instant. “I can’t cook, but I’m willing