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

Chapter 1150 Caught In The Act

Adrian: Sweetie, I’m all cleaned up and smelling good. Where are you now? Why haven’t you responded to my messages?

Upon seeing this line of chat on Cecilia’s phone, Nathaniel’s expression darkened considerably. Without hesitation, he unlocked Cecilia’s phone easily. Her password was simple, something Nathaniel had committed to memory with a casual glance.

As soon as the phone was unlocked, a flood of messages from Adrian appeared, each one more forward and sentimental than the last.

However, it didn’t escape Nathaniel’s notice that Cecilia hadn’t replied to any of them. His face remained grim, his hand hovering over the keyboard, ready to type a response, when Cecilia emerged from the changing room.

“How does this outfit look?” she asked, stepping out in an elegant ivory dress, exuding a refined grace.

At that moment, she caught Nathaniel holding her phone, looking as if he was about to send a message. “You’re holding my phone…” Cecilia said, her tone slightly curious.

For a moment, Nathaniel wasn’t sure if he felt guilty for looking at her phone or anxious because he had been caught. He quickly switched off the screen, his movements a bit too hurried.

Cecilia found his reaction odd and walked toward him, extending her hand for the phone, Nathaniel couldn’t help but look at her seriously. “Why didn’t you tell me that Adrian was bothering you?”

“I didn’t want to add more to your plate. You’re already busy with

you going to handle it?” Nathaniel asked, his frustration clear. At that moment,

phone from his hand. She glanced at the message from

He immediately called Mason

any lines with Cecilia, Nathaniel wouldn’t hesitate to take drastic action.

waiting eagerly. He had sent several messages to Cecilia, but with no response, he

this drink for you, the waiter said. “She suggests you start without her, and she’ll join

his face. “Who knew she was the type to play these games?” he muttered to

warmed him, and not long after finishing the glass, he found himself drifting off

the first light of dawn began to filter into the room, Adrian woke up groggily. To his shock, he

asked, his voice thick with

the women, who was nearly finished getting dressed, laughed lightly. “Mr.

stared at her, bewildered. What? No, I didn’t. I was waiting for

women left and Adrian glanced toward the door, only to see

the-? No! Don’t take pictures! Stop!” Adrian shouted, frantically