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

Chapter 1119 Working Overtime

Nathaniel didn’t respond. The next moment, he leaned in, pressing his lips against Cecilia’s.

Cecilia’s cheeks were burning like fire, and with the presence of the driver in the car, she wished she could find a hole to crawl into.

She gently tapped on Nathaniel’s shoulder.

The man finally let her go. “What’s wrong? Are you feeling unwell? Why is your face so red?”

At that moment, Cecilia was certain that he could truly see.

However, she thought the questions he asked were simply hilarious. Why am I blushing? Isn’t it all because of his unexpected advance?

“I’m fine.” Cecilia turned her head away. “I’ll send a message to the driver, letting him know that he doesn’t need to pick me up.”

Upon seeing the situation, Nathaniel just stared at her, watching her send messages.

Cecilia found it rather peculiar. “Why are you constantly looking at me?”

A knot tightened in Nathaniel’s throat.

“I can finally see you now. Naturally, I want to see more.”

His gaze fell on Cecilia’s slightly rounded belly. He then pulled her closer, his arms wrapping around her more tightly. “You’ve had a rough time…”

those words fell, Cecilia was somewhat angry and pushed him

explaining to me. We’re already divorced. I’m just pitying

help but

silly one.” Unable to resist,

to worry,” he said. “My health hasn’t fully recovered yet, so I might not

with a touch of concern. “Have

but it’s still under observation

help

raised her hand to shield her face. “Don’t do

make a trip to the hotel?” Nathaniel asked

asked, perplexed, “What are we going to do at the

face grew

expected that all these thoughts were swirling around

want to.

another embrace. “In that case, be good and stay at

didn’t want Cecilia

“Okay. Okay.”

was truly at

neared the Smith residence, Cecilia alighted from the carriage ahead of time,

worries. Now, I can stay peacefully at home and look after the children while working

setting up the dishes and cutlery, preparing for dinner. Seeing Cecilia returning at this hour, she couldn’t help but ask, “Boss,