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

Chapter 1429 Cecilia Is With Nicholas

A year later, on Christmas Eve, in a quaint town overseas, Cecilia busied herself in the kitchen. She prepared raviolis for Christmas dinner.

She called Nicholas. "Nicholas, when will you arrive?"

Nicholas had already arrived at the airport. "Probably around nine in the evening."

"All right, I'll wait for you," Cecilia replied softly.

Nicholas' lips curved into a warm smile. "If you're hungry, you should eat first. Got it?"

"Okay. I'm not a fool," Cecilia responded with a light laugh.

As the time to board the plane neared, Nicholas reluctantly ended the call.

Once he settled into his seat on the plane, he closed his eyes. Over the past year, he had moved Cecilia from place to place, strategically hypnotizing her at regular intervals, ensuring that she remained unaware of the truth. Cecilia struggled to recall many details of the past, only remembering Nicholas and the memories he had carefully crafted for her.

To avoid raising suspicion from Nathaniel and the others, Nicholas rarely traveled abroad, often using work commitments as an excuse for his absence.

Today, he was supposed to have dinner with his family. However, when Cecilia called, he made the decision to forgo it, choosing instead to spend time with her.

Manor, Cassandra was growing increasingly exasperated as the baby

stop crying?"

nanny hurried over. "She must be hungry. I'll feed her

voice. She had hoped for a

pang of jealousy tugged at her heart as she watched them, the envy simmering beneath her surface. "Mom, how could you play favorites? Didn't you hear Dahlia crying? You have time for your grandsons, but no time for your granddaughter?"

furrowed at the remark. It wasn't that she disliked her granddaughter, but for some reason, she couldn't seem to warm to Dahlia. The child bore no

she couldn't bring herself to feel any affection for

isn't around, so it's only right that I show them a

her tone, shot back, "So, if Cecilia

silent, unwilling to engage with Cassandra

and Elliot, who had come over to eat, found Cassandra's

voice laced with firm conviction.

an

over a year, and still no sign of her. I doubt she's

instantly, his fists clenching. "You're talking nonsense! You're the one who should be

forward,

arms over her chest. "Did I say something wrong? You want to teach me a lesson? You, of all people?" Jonathan quickly held

age, still in kindergarten, they were no match for

with anger, reluctantly