When Her "Death" Couldn't Break Him

Chapter 41 A Talentless Primadonna

Stella’s expression was somewhat hard to read. She couldn’t figure out what was going on. Since four years ago, Zachary had seemed like a different person, turning a blind eye to all her requests.

As for Nathaniel, Stella wasn’t confident that he would lend a hand.

Yet, there wasn’t anything Stella desired that she couldn’t obtain.

She said to her agent, “Find a way, no matter what, to get her composition in our possession.”

After hanging up the phone with Central Media, a hint of coldness flashed through Cecelia’s previously calm eyes.

Nobody understood Stella better than she did.

Over the years, Stella remained talentless in the acting or music scene.

Stealing the fruits of others‘ labor and usurping their livelihoods; she would never have lasted as long as she did without Nathaniel and Zachary’s support.

No one knew the struggles of composing music as a hearing–impaired person.

Over the years, Cecelia had been working tirelessly to take care of her two children and Martha. She was constantly working hard, afraid that they might not have a good life.

The money she was now earning was already enough to support her entire family.

Why would she ever sell her composition to Stella just for money?

Upon returning to her house, Cecilia set her phone aside and headed to the bathroom for a soak. As she bathed, she pondered how to get what she wanted as quickly as possible.

Perhaps due to extreme exhaustion, Cecilia unintentionally fell asleep while lying in the bathtub.

She was jolted awake by a call from her best friend, Vivian.Upstodatee from Novel(D)ra/m/a.O(r)g

“Ceci, I’ll be back in a couple of days.”

Cecelia emerged from the bathroom, draped in a bathrobe. “I’ll throw you a welcome party once you’re back.”

“Sure. How have you been lately? Has Nathaniel been giving you a hard time? And what about that pretentious Stella? Does she know you’re back?” Vivian was genuinely concerned about Cecilia being alone.

“Stella still doesn’t know I’m back, but she will soon,” replied Cecilia.

Cecelia walked over to the window, where she was greeted by the warm, summer. She added, As for Nathaniel, don’t worry. I won’t let him bully me.”

The doorbell rang mid–conversation.

It’s already nine at night. Who could possibly be coming at this hour?

Without Sven by her side, Cecelia felt a bit uneasy.

Originally, Sven insisted on standing guard outside, but these days, he had been constantly protecting Cecilia without any time to rest. Thus, Cecelia instructed him to go back and take a break.

She descended the stairs, casting a glance at the surveillance footage by the entrance. Her breath hitched.

Why is he here?

Nathaniel was standing outside, his tall figure looming over her doorway. Under the streetlight, his face appeared particularly indifferent.

He was right outside, and there was no reason for Cecelia to turn him away.

She opened the door.

Cecelia wore nothing but a loose white bathrobe, her long hair untidily draped over her shoulders. She leaned against the door and stared at him.

“I was wondering who could be looking for me at such a late hour. Is there something you need, Mr. Rainsworth?” asked Cecilia.

Nathaniel stared at her current attire, momentarily stunned.

The transformation in Cecelia from her previously reserved self was immense.

For reasons unknown, Nathaniel suddenly found himself yearning to know what had transpired in her life over the years.

He explained, “I came to tell you about how we met by chance.”

Nathaniel’s eyes narrowed slightly as if he was trying to see right through Cecelia.

The intensity of his gaze made her palms sweat nervously. She forced herself to remain calm and said, “Mr. Rainsworth, you don’t plan to stand outside forever, do you?”

Nathaniel abruptly stepped forward, pinning Cecelia against the wall before swiftly closing the door behind him.

The air within the room suddenly grew thin.

Leaning against the cold wall, Cecelia was about to speak when, in the next instant, her lips were covered by Nathaniel’s. At the same time, he had pulled her into a deep embrace.