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.

the kitchen, she saw him standing by the stove, busying himself in a somewhat

his work or his piano–playing

times, Cecilia couldn’t bear it any longer. She stepped forward and

towering figure didn’t budge. “Don’t worry, I bought this from outside, so

about his cooking not being tasty, so he

knowing how to cook. As it turned

then; don’t burn

things too difficult for him, Cecilia

busy yet inexperienced movements, and thoughts of what Stella had

would personally prepare

Stella had made on her Instagram, the spread of

she realized that he truly couldn’t cook, leading her to

deep in thought, Nathaniel had already served

“Let’s eat.”

Cecilia accepted the cutlery and

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

again mistaking him for Nicholas and was testing

how to

“If you keep being so sarcastic, I’m going back to

most fearful when she got angry, even though she rarely lost her temper

softened considerably in an instant. “I can’t cook,