When Her Death Couldn't Break Him (Cecilia and Nathaniel) novel Chapter 431

Chapter 431 Is It That Embarrassing To Apologize
The following morning, for the first time, the household staff found Nathaniel sound asleep on the couch.

Upon hearing some noise, Nathaniel immediately opened his eyes. “Ceci.”

“Mr. Nathaniel, it's me. Mrs. Rainsworth is still asleep,” the housekeeper replied.

Nathaniel frowned slightly. “I see. You all may leave now. There's no need to come over these next few days unless I summon you.”

He had grown accustomed to living in Sparaville and wasn't fond of having too many housekeepers around.

“Understood.”

The housekeeper cautiously stepped out, gently closing the door behind her.

After being awoken, Nathaniel found himself no longer sleepy, so he decided to wait for Cecilia to get up.

Since becoming pregnant, Cecilia would sleep deeply, often waking up late each day.

Having spent the entire afternoon with Cassandra shopping yesterday, she didn't wake up until ten in the morning today.

After she had freshened up and descended the stairs, she was greeted by the tantalizing aroma of food.

Cecilia didn't see Nathaniel in the living room, but as she approached the kitchen, she saw him standing by the stove, busying himself in a somewhat clumsy manner.

Nathaniel was exceptional in every aspect, be it his work or his piano-playing skills. The only exception was his cooking.

Upon seeing him nearly burn his hands a few times, Cecilia couldn't bear it any longer. She stepped forward and said, “Let me do it.”

Nathaniel's towering figure didn't budge. “Don't worry, I bought this from outside, so it's edible. I'm just warming it up.”

He thought that Cecilia was worried about his cooking not being tasty, so he quickly explained.

Cecilia had been wondering how he managed to cook so well despite not knowing how to cook. As it turned out, he had bought the food outside.

“Be careful then; don't burn your hands.”

The events of yesterday and today were separate matters. Not wanting to make things too difficult for him, Cecilia moved to the side and sat by the dining table, patiently waiting.

She watched Nathaniel's busy yet inexperienced movements, and thoughts of what Stella had said in the past came flooding back to her.

Stella had mentioned that Nathaniel would personally prepare a feast for her.

Cecilia still remembered the post Stella had made on her Instagram, the spread of dishes looking as if they were whipped up by a professional chef.