When Her Death Couldn't Break Him (Cecilia and Nathaniel) novel Chapter 1643

Chapter 1643 Indescribably Blissful
At the side, Cecilia looked at the heart-shaped egg in her bowl. For some reason, a pang of pain repeatedly struck her squarely in the chest.

I had once gone to such lengths too, but the recipient was Paula.

Back then, Paula wore a look of disdain on her face. “What's with all this fuss over an egg? Besides, you're the daughter of the Smith family, not a housekeeper. How embarrassing.”

Since then, Cecilia never again wasted her efforts on thankless things.

As she took in everything Queenie was doing then, waves of emotion involuntarily surged within her.

“Ceci, why aren't you eating? Is the food not to your liking? What do you like? Tell me, and I'll learn to make it.” Queenie's face was a mask of obsequiousness.

Cecilia's eyes stung slightly, and she shook her head. “Thank you. I'll eat now.”

In the face of a vast fortune and Queenie's cooking, she preferred the latter. It placed little pressure on her and gave her a taste of the bond between mother and daughter for the very first time.

She lowered her head and started eating. Seeing that, Queenie was inwardly overjoyed.

Cecilia finished every bit of food in the lunch box.

“Are you full yet? There's still more here.” Queenie slid another lunch box over to Cecilia.

Cecilia was already very full, but she still ate a bit more. “I'm full.”

She felt indescribably blissful that day.

Upon seeing that, Queenie felt even more elated. “You guys name the menu tomorrow. I'll go and learn the recipes.”

Right after hearing that, Charlotte unceremoniously declared, “Mdm. Queenie, I'd like to have spicy chicken fingers and honeyed pork ribs.”

Since Charlotte had taken the lead, Lucille couldn't help but chime in as well, “I'd like to have crab. Any kind is fine with me.”

Having had takeout too often, they had both grown sick of it.

The food Queenie prepared was on par with that cooked by a professional chef, not only delicious but also healthy.

Queenie nodded fervently. “Sure, sure. I'll cook it all.”

“Yes.” Caliste nodded once more.

Cassandra surreptitiously breathed a sigh of relief. Nonetheless, she dared not let her guard down. “She's truly unfair. She cooks every day but never once thought of bringing me a meal.”

Wearing an expression of slight embarrassment, Caliste comforted her, saying, “After all, Ms. Cecilia has just been found. Mdm. Queenie is only doing so because she feels that she owes her too much.”

Cassandra snorted coldly. “I know it's because she's her biological daughter and I'm just adopted. Don't worry. I won't grow envious.”

At that, Caliste zipped her mouth.

Seeing that it was getting late, Cassandra packed up and headed home.

Upon arriving home, she saw Queenie bustling around in the kitchen.

She fetched a glass of milk and added more than the usual dosage before walking over to Queenie.

“Mom, have some milk.”