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

Chapter 468 Shopping For Clothes

Soon, they arrived at a mall in Sparaville.

Cecilia got out of the car to buy some things, with Sven following her. Suddenly, he stopped in his tracks.

“Someone’s following.us.”

Upon hearing those words, Cecilia also halted. “Are you referring to Nathaniel’s bodyguards?”

They were not far off. Cecilia wasn’t fond of having a crowd tailing her, and it was expected that they wouldn’t come.

“No, these are some unfamiliar faces. Let’s go shopping first.”

“Alright.”

Cecilia had always been confident in Sven.

Calvin had once said even twenty ordinary men combined was no match for Sven.

Sven had survived through the most gruesome conditions imaginable.

Inside the mall, Cecilia chose clothes for her family. Picking outfits for the two children and Martha was a breeze, but when it came to Nathaniel, she found herself hesitating.

In the past, Nathaniel was always dressed in expensive, tailor–made clothing. His wardrobe was strictly monochromatic, exuding gloom and devoid of any cheerfulness.

Cecilia specifically chose some inexpensive clothes for Nathaniel. All of them were

why don’t you pick out a couple of outfits

aback at first but quickly. rejected the offer: “That’s

the matter

it be that he now has a girlfriend, which makes it awkward for him to let me pay for his

your boss, I’ll

she understood boundaries and knew it was inappropriate to buy clothes for men who

face. “I don’t have a girlfriend. I declined because I’m already paid a

engagement with his fiancée was initially called off, it was primarily due to them. lacking any real feelings for each other. Secondly,

Cecilia felt even

“Alright then,”

was truly impressive as a bodyguard, even going as far as to reject the

Sven with a bonus several times

them headed to the underground parking lot. Sven helped her stow away their purchases in the trunk,

at this moment, from the dimly lit corner,

narrowed coldly. He turned to Cecilia and said,

Cecilia said as she opened the car door and

Sven’s towering figure and his fair, clean–cut face. He assumed Sven was all show and no substance, so he

with her. If you don’t wish to die, you had better

paid no heed to his words, calmly stowing away

“Who sent you?”

nt me?