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

Chapter 733 Am I Dreaming

Even though Vivian said that, she was still quite relieved to have found a new career path.

Although she wasn’t short on money, earning her own income gave her a greater sense of security.

She always remembered how her ex–boyfriend, Ernest, had once mocked her. “If you hadn’t been born into a wealthy family, what could you possibly do?”

Looking at her income now, it was probably dozens of times more than Ernest’s salary as a lawyer.

“By the way, Vivian, how are things going with the Sinclair family? Has Ernest tried to contact you again?”

Last time, Ernest and Zachary had even gotten into a fight.

Vivian appeared particularly nonchalant now. “Things are great with the Sinclair family. As for Emest, he’s called me a few times.”

She took a deep breath before continuing, “Ceci, you wouldn’t believe how strange he is. Each time, he tries to persuade me not to have any contact with the Sinclair family. He even told me not to marry Zachary, claiming Zachary’s not a good person.”

Thinking about all this, Vivian could only shake her head at Ernest’s absurdity.

“He’s married, yet he still cares who you marry. That’s definitely odd.” Cecilia paused, then reminded her, “Vivian, the Sinclair family elders are decent, but when it comes to marriage, you should really think it through. You don’t want to have any regrets.

Zachary was a moody person. The key issue was that when he disliked someone, he would go to great lengths to ruin them.

he was showing kindness now, Cecilia remained worried about

”

Sinclair that I’d date Zachary for a year before making any decisions. I’ve also discussed it with Zachary. After a year, we’ll tell

Cecilia felt somewhat

I’ll head back now and come back tomorrow to keep you company. I’ll bring my laptop, or Jon will be on

That little guy was more responsible than her actual

“Mhm.”

the hospital entrance and only turned back after watching

was entirely reserved for Nathaniel, with

smell of disinfectant was heavy

it felt oddly cold, and coincidentally, a light in the

of fear crept up on

Pop!

suddenly, the rest of the lights went

around her was enveloped in darkness. She failed to

“Ah!”

suddenly gripped her

“Who is it?”

grip on her shoulder, and the figure leaned

It’s Nathaniel!

and