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.

didn’t see Nathaniel in the living room, but as she approached the kitchen, she saw him standing by the stove, busying himself

be it his work or his piano–playing skills. The only

hands a few times, Cecilia couldn’t bear it any longer.

this

was worried about his cooking not being tasty, so he quickly

how he managed to cook so well despite not knowing how to cook. As it turned out,

careful then; don’t burn

make things too difficult for him, Cecilia moved to the

what Stella

that Nathaniel would personally prepare a

post Stella had made on her Instagram, the spread of dishes looking as if they were

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

deep in thought, Nathaniel had already served the meal on

“Let’s eat.”

senses, Cecilia accepted the

“Did

she was once again mistaking him for

Nicholas knows how to do, I know

of frost seemed to cover Cecilia’s face. “If you keep being so sarcastic,

got angry, even though she rarely lost her

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