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.

clothes for Nathaniel. All of them were

pick out a couple of

the door, overhearing Cecilia’s words. He was taken aback at first but quickly. rejected the offer: “That’s not

the matter some

to his hometown, specifically to call off his engagement with his fiancée. Could it be that he

get the wrong idea. You’re free to choose. As your boss, I’ll cover the expenses. Even if your girlfriend finds out, she

it was inappropriate to buy clothes for men who already

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

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

felt even more

“Alright then,”

that Sven was truly impressive as a bodyguard, even going as

with a bonus several times

shopping, the two of them headed to the underground parking lot. Sven helped her stow away

the dimly lit corner, five or

coldly. He turned to Cecilia

said as she opened the car

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

you don’t wish to

heed to his words, calmly stowing away the items and shutting the

“Who sent you?”

nt me?