NovelEnglishChapter 415 Why Did You TellYou Were Nathaniel Cassandra?
Cecilia's body stiffened momentarily at the mention of the name.
Nathaniel held her close, immediately sensing the shift in her demeanor. “What's wrong?” he asked, his concern
evident.
Cecilia shook her head, trying to brush off her unease. “It’s nothing,” she replied, but Nathaniel wasn’t
convinced, and his earlier good mood began to dissipate.
“If you don’t want to go to the engagement, | can attend alone,” Nathaniel offered.
“Martha said it herself-after all, | am his sister-in-law. It’s only right that | attend his engagement party,” Cecilia
replied, her voice steady.
Hearing Cecilia acknowledge her role as his sister-in-law caused a small sense of relief to settle in Nathaniel's
heart. The heaviness he had felt just moments ago began to ease. When they returned home, Cecilia collapsed
onto the couch, exhausted from the day's events. She had barely settled. when her phone rang.
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Cecilia answered it, not expecting much, but the voice on the other end was all too familiar. “Ceci, it's me,
Nicholas,” the voice said, and Cecilia's heart immediately tightened.
Though they had met before, their conversations had always been brief, constrained by their respective
statuses.
“Is there something you need?” Cecilia asked, her mind racing with questions she wanted to ask but found
herself unable to voice.
“Can we talk in person?” Nicholas asked. He had tried to see Cecilia several times, but she had always turned
him down. This phone call was his last attempt to reach her.
He wasn't sure if Cecilia would agree to meet, but recalling how he had often helped her in their childhood,
Cecilia felt it would be too cold to refuse. “All right,” she finally agreed.
“Turn right when you leave the house. Walk about two hundred meters, and you'll findwaiting for you,”
Nicholas said, looking out toward the place where Cecilia lived, not far from where he was parked.
Cecilia hadn't expected him to be so close already. After hanging up the phone, she grabbed a jacket and headed
out the door, making sure to stay quiet so as not to disturb Nathaniel, who was busy in his study, completely
unaware of her departure.
She could hardly believe Nicholas had the audacity to show up here.
Pulling on her coat and picking up an umbrella, Cecilia stepped out into the heavy snowfall. The world outside
was a vast, white expanse, muffling the sounds of the city.
She hadn't walked far when she spotted a sleek black Maybach, parked discreetly beside a modest dwelling.
Cecilia stopped in her tracks, hesitant to move forward.
A short distance away, the car door swung open, and Nicholas stepped out. He was clad in a black coat, and
despite the falling snow, he had no umbrella. He walked toward Cecilia with a determined stride.
He had driven himself here today, having decided that if she refused to meet him, he would simply return and
find another way to see her. Cecilia slowed her pace, her gaze fixed on Nicholas’ familiar face. She was
momentarily entranced by how much he resembled Nathaniel.
As Nicholas approached, Cecilia felt an unexpected warmth welling up in her eyes. Before she could speak,
Nicholas smiled and broke the silence. “Don’t you recognize me?”
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In that instant, memories from the past rushed back to her. The Nathaniel she remembered from her childhood
was now standing before her, and it sent a pang of pain through her heart.
“I... Of course, | recognize you,” Cecilia stammered, her voice trembling with anxiety.
To be honest, she had been reluctant to seek out Nicholas for clarification. It wasn’t just because she was now
married with children; she was also nervous and afraid of what she might learn.
“Why did you refuse to seebefore? Even when we were back in our hometown, you wouldn't call out to me,”
Nicholas asked softly, his voice filled with a quiet hurt.
Cecilia couldn’t meet his gaze. She lowered her head and murmured, “I'm sorry.” She didn’t notice the slight
reddening at the corners of Nicholas’ eyes.
“It's cold outside. Shall we talk in the car?” Nicholas suggested, his voice gentle, like the warm sun breaking
through a winter's day.
Cecilia nodded. “All right.” She followed Nicholas into the car, where the warmth from the heater enveloped her,
making the atmosphere inside feel surprisingly cozy.
Cecilia couldn't resist asking the question that had been on her mind, “Can | ask why you toldbefore that «
you were Nathaniel?”
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