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

Chapter 498 Prioritize Ourselves.

The two girls appeared to be around eighteen years of age. Their faces were flushed a rosy hue.

Cecilia was somewhat taken aback. Given Nathaniel’s current age, he was at least more than ten years older than them. He could practically be their uncle.

Frowning, Nathaniel’s thin lips parted to form a single word. “Scram.”

A single word had both girls blushing even more.

Previously, the redness was due to shyness, but now it was due to embarrassment and surprise.

Cecilia was shocked. She had never expected Nathaniel’s temper to be so terrible.

After all, ever since he lost his memory, he had hardly ever raised his voice, let alone telling someone off.

A leopard couldn’t change its spots. He simply couldn’t feign gentleness.

She quickly moved forward to ease the awkwardness.

“I’ve finished buying everything, let’s go.”

Upon hearing Cecilia’s voice, the icy expression on Nathaniel’s face softened slightly.

Upon seeing Cecilia’s stunning face, the two young girls were left in awe.

them a

more bashful. They tugged

such a handsome man would

conversations as

left, Cecilia offered the snack in her hand to Nathaniel, “Here, freshly barbecued. Do you

was a kid, Cecilia loved to linger around the small cart of the

were times when the lady would let them eat for free because she didn’t manage to sell all her goods. In return, they would help her push the

the skewers from

these seasoned food purchased from outside. However, when Cecilia handed him the food, he found it hard to refuse. He took them and began to eat

that

“All right.”

Nathaniel followed her ahead.

were cast toward the two of them. Some people noticed that

goodness, believe that person

so handsome but blind. What a

turned grim, Cecilia immediately took hold of his

a person with hearing impairment, she had a deeper empathy for people with disabilities

pretend we didn’t hear anything. After all, we don’t know

was something a psychologist had taught her

should be ourselves, followed by our families. Then come our relatives and friends, and the least important are the strangers. They were just caught up in the moment. They wouldn’t even remember who we are the next instant. No matter how much we dwelled on

several months, Cecilia tightly