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.

factors, Cecilia specifically chose some inexpensive clothes

pick out a couple

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

gave the matter

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

As your boss, I’ll cover the

a woman, she understood boundaries and knew it was inappropriate to buy clothes for men who already had a girlfriend

and rigid face. “I don’t

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

felt even more

“Alright then,”

bodyguard, even going as far as to reject

was contemplating rewarding Sven with a bonus several times his

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

corner, five or six men armed with iron rods

He turned to Cecilia and said,

said as she opened the car door and settled into

the group caught sight of Sven’s towering figure and his fair, clean–cut face. He assumed Sven was all show

you don’t wish to die, you

calmly stowing away

“Who sent you?”

nt me?