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Chapter 108 Cooking For Him
Cecilia was taken aback.
Before she could react, Nathaniel had already settled back onto the couch, gazing at her. “I'm not feeling well,”
he said. “Stay and take care of me.”
“If | take care of you, would you be willing to let my friend go?”
Nathaniel grunted in agreement, his voice hoarse yet magnetic.
“Fine,” agreed Cecilia.
After all, she had planned to get closer to Nathaniel.
Nathaniel leaned back on the couch, a dull ache throbbing in his stomach. He hadn't eaten anything since he
went overseas the night before.
“Ms. Smith, you haven't forgotten how to cook, have you? I'm hungry.”
“I'll order stakeout for you,” Cecilia said, pulling out her phone.
Just as she was about to order, Nathaniel furrowed his brows, stopping her, “I want to eat your cooking.”
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“If | cook, it would take at least an hour or two,” Cecilia explained.
“I can wait.”
Nathaniel’s profound gaze was fixed intently on Cecilia's face, not wavering for even a moment.
Cecilia consequently found it unsettling.
“I'll go cook right now.”
Nathaniel gazed at her slender figure, feeling a stir in his throat.
The kitchen was spotlessly clean, as if it had just been renovated. However, there was not a single. dish in sight.
Cecilia had no idea how Nathaniel managed to get by after she left.
She had no choice but to order the ingredients online.
At that moment, Nathaniel was lying on the living room couch. Eyes slightly closed, she was listening to the
bustling sounds of Cecilia cooking in the kitchen.
It seemed as if everything had returned to how it once was.
His body was in discomfort, yet his spirits had notably lifted.
After taking a short break, he switched on his cell phone.
The person in charge of the legal department had summarized the online public opinion and informed him about
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Nathaniel was quietly observing the public opinion about Stella, his expression calm.
He sent a message to the person in charge: Let the person go.
After that, he promptly shut off his phone.
Stella had saved his mother’s life. As for her personal life, he didn’t care.
However, Central Media was a subsidiary of Rainsworth Group. If all the online reports were accurate, he had to
consider whether or not it was appropriate to keep Stella there.
Meanwhile, Cecilia was unaware that Nathaniel had already let Vivian go and was preparing his favorite meal for
him.
Dish after dish was served on the table and cold medicine was also prepared.
“Tto eat.
Nathaniel arrived in the dining room, taking in the sight of the plethora of dishes on the table. They were as
appealing to the eyes as they were to the nose and palate.
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Why haven't | noticed just how skilled Cecilia is at cooking?
“You used to cook foroften, even helpingpick out the fish bones.”
His nose was blocked, causing his voice to sound somewhat nasal.
Cecilia hadn't expected him to remember all that. After she sat down across from him, she busied herself with
her meal, saying, “Thankfully, I've forgotten.”
“What do you mean by ‘thankfully, you've forgotten?” Nathaniel becupset again.
Cecilia looked at him with a faint expression. “Mr. Rainsworth, surely you don’t think that anyone would enjoy
remembering themselves as a simp, do you?”
Upon swallowing, Nathaniel suddenly found the food in front of him tasteless.
“No one would willingly live without self-respect. I've cto realize that only those who treatwell are
worthy of my love,”
“Is the person you mentioned, who treats you well, Calvin?” Nathaniel tightened his grip on his fork.
We were engaged for a year and married for three years. In the end, am | still not comparable to a playmate
from her childhood?
“I'm full. Don’t forget to take your medicine, Mr. Rainsworth.”
Her final sentence brimmed with unsaid meaning. &
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