When Her "Death" Couldn't Break Him

Chapter 121 I Want To Marry You

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Nathaniel moved downstairs step by step, his long legs carrying him toward Cecilia. Upon reaching her, he noticed tear–streaks on her face. Her hands were clenched tightly into fists, and she was sleeping defensively, curled up on the couch.

The air conditioning inside the room was turned down low. He reached out, covering Cecilia with a blanket. Just as he was about to make a call to have breakfast delivered, the front door opened from the outside. Stella walked in, high heels clicking, breakfast in hand.

“Nathaniel, I’ve brought you breakfast. Isn’t today the company’s anniversary? Later, let’s go. together-” Before she could even finish, her gaze fell upon Cecilia, who was sleeping on the couch. Stella was completely frozen in place, unable to believe what was happening.

How did Cecilia end up sleeping here? Did the two of them spend the entire night together?

Nathaniel looked at her groggily, confusion evident in his voice, “How did you get in?”

She had arrived so silently, bypassing the security at the entrance. This could only mean she had used either a fingerprint password or facial recognition.

Stella tightly clutched the bag in her hand, her face paling slightly. “Mdm. Elena arranged this. She wanted to make it easier for me to take care of you in the future.”

Previously, Elena had made special arrangements for Stella to be able to conceive Nathaniel’s child. She had someone add Stella’s information to the identification system at the entrance of Daltonia Villa, thus granting her unrestricted access to the property. Stella only found some free time to come over today.NôvelDrama.Org © 2024.

She had intended to contact Cecille yesterday, but unfortunately, she couldn’t get through on the phone. Her gaze lingered on Cecilia before she finally looked away. Lowering her voice, she asked, “Nathaniel, what’s going on?”

“Let’s talk outside.”

Last night, Cecilia didn’t sleep well. After she rested, she didn’t put on her hearing aid, so she wasn’t disturbed by their conversation.

Stella followed Nathaniel outside, the resentment buried deep in her heart reaching its peak. “Why was Ceci sleeping on the couch?”

Nathaniel took a drag from his cigarette. “I asked her to move back in.”

Stella’s face stiffened. “Nathaniel, aren’t you already divorced from Ceci? Isn’t this a bit inappropriate?”

“We aren’t married. Isn’t it improper for you to casually drop by my place?” he retorted.

Stella choked up again. Nathaniel had already picked up the phone, dialing the head of security.

Stella listened in silence, a profound sense of frustration brewing deep within her. Outside the room, Stella was situated just right to see Cecilia through the window.

Stella looked toward Nathaniel again, suddenly recalling the words he had spoken a couple of days ago.

“Nathaniel, didn’t you mention before that you’d give me two choices? I’ve made up my mind; I want to marry you,” Stella declared.

Cecilia had just emerged from the house when she heard these words, and she couldn’t help but halt in her tracks.

Nathaniel looked at her. “Are you sure?”

Stella nodded firmly. “I’m sure.”

Even if it’s a loveless marriage, what does it matter? All I want is the title!

She was afraid that Nathaniel might change his mind, so she added, “Nathaniel, you promised me. I won’t let you back out now.”

Nathaniel had indeed offered her a choice, but he never truly intended to repay her life–saving kindness toward his mother with his own marriage.

After all, the recompense he had provided to Stella was already quite substantial. Suddenly, he caught a glimpse of Cecilia’s silhouette reflected in the floor–to–ceiling window nearby.

“All right.”

Nathaniel was deep in thought, curious about how Cecilia would react.

Stella hadn’t expected things to go so smoothly. Her eyes were filled with joy, and she glanced proudly at Cecilia, who was standing behind Nathaniel.