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.

some inexpensive clothes for Nathaniel. All of them were in

out a couple of

at the door, overhearing Cecilia’s words. He was taken aback at first

gave the

had previously returned to his hometown, specifically to call off his engagement with his fiancée. Could it be that he now has a girlfriend, which makes it awkward for

your boss, I’ll cover the expenses. Even if your girlfriend finds

boundaries and knew it was inappropriate to buy clothes for men who already had a girlfriend or

face. “I don’t have a

it was primarily due to them. lacking any real feelings for

Cecilia felt even more

“Alright then,”

even going as far as

was contemplating rewarding Sven with a

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

lit corner,

eyes narrowed coldly. He turned to

she opened the

his fair, clean–cut face. He assumed Sven was all show and no

with her. If you don’t wish to

paid no heed to his words, calmly stowing away the

“Who sent you?”

nt me?