<strong>Chapter 95 Promised Her</strong>
Nathaniel cast him a profound nce. “No need. I’ve already promised her.”
A glimmer of disappointment flickered in Zachary’s eyes. He couldn’t help but probe, “Don’t you dislike being in such situations the most?”
Nathaniel keenly noticed something was off with Zachary and said lightly. “There’s an exception to everything!”
Zachary didn’t stay there for long before he left.
When he stepped out into the open–air corridor, he saw Cecilia engaged in lively conversation andughter with thepany’s employees.
That sort of smile on her was something he had never seen before.
Arnold approached Zachary, “Old Mr. Rainsworth requests your return, Mr. Zachary.”
“Understood,” replied Zachary,
During the afternoon, Cecilia was in the newly opened music ssroom at the school for the special. She sat at the piano, teaching children with disabilities how to y.
Nathaniel was standing outside the door, surrounded by a group of bodyguards.
It was his first time witnessing Cecilia y the piano. The clear and melodious sound of the piano. was akin to a gently flowing stream, refreshing to the soul.
Nathaniel focused on the faint smile on Cecilia’s face, a sight he rarely saw.
“Ms. Smith, you’re truly impressive.”
“How did you manage to do it?”
The children looked up at Cecilia with admiration.Content (C) N?v/elDra/ma.Org.
Compared to other benefactors, they held a particr fondness for Cecilia, who wore a hearing. aid. Perhaps it was because they could empathize with each other.
Cecilia conveyed to them that as long as they were willing to put in the effort, they could all be exceptional.
Nathaniel had been waiting for her outside.
In the past, he had always perceived Cecilia as a pampered youngdy and a good–for–nothing. However, he realized he was wrong.
As the visit was drawing to a close, Cecilia bid farewell to each of the children one by one.
When she emerged, she noticed that Nathaniel had already dismissed his bodyguards. He stood alone under a tree, waiting for her.
His figure was upright. his profile stern and cold.
Cecilia was slowly walking toward him. “Mr. Rainsworth…
No sooner had she spoken than she noticed that Nathaniel had extinguished the cigarette in his hand.
Cecilia was momentarily taken aback and somewhat confused. Since then had he developed such a fondness for smoking? I remember, in the past, he absolutely detested the smell of smoke.
“Are you all right: Nathaniel gazed at her serene and exquisite face. his throat tightening, his voiceing out in a rough whisper.
“Mhm. Cecilia handed Nathaniel the small bag she was holding.
Nathaniel looked puzzled. “What is this?”
The children have given you a gift. It’s a painting, as a token of thanks for helping them establish a school. Cecilia stated.
Nathaniel did not reach out to take it. “You can hold onto it.
To him, that thing was nothing more than trash because he never needed any gifts.
Cecilia understood who he was, so she didn’t insist.
“Then, I’m leaving. Without another word, Cecilia turned to leave.
“Wait a moment!” Nathaniel called out to stop her.
Cecilia asked, puzzled, “Is there anything else?”
“I’ve been waiting for you for over four hours,” Nathaniel stated.
Cecilia smoothly proposed, “How about I treat you to a meal?”
“All right.”
Cecilia didn’t expect him to agree so readily.
Later, Nathaniel followed Cecilia back to Ninth Ville, and when he arrived, he was in a foul mood because Calvin owned the ce.
He believed that if outsiders learned his wife was living in another man’s ce, they would think he was so stingy that he couldn’t arrange a ce for his wife to stay in.
Cecilia was unaware of what he was thinking and nned to add something special to the dishter, aiming to achieve her goal by the end of the night
you don’t mind that I’m inviting you for some homemade food, do you?”
If they were out dining, she wouldn’t have the chance to show off her cooking.