Chapter 89 I Want To Marry You

• Nathaniel moved downstairs step by step, his long legs carrying him toward Cecilia. Upon reaching her, he noticed tear-streaks on her face. Her hands were clenched tightly into fists, and she was sleeping defensively, curled up on the couch.
• The air conditioning inside the room was turned down low. He reached out, covering Cecilia with a blanket. Just as he was about to make a call to have breakfast delivered, the front door opened from the outside. Stella walked in, high heels clicking, breakfast in hand.
• “Nathaniel, I've brought you breakfast. Isn't today the company's anniversary? Later, let's go together—” Before she could even finish, her gaze fell upon Cecilia, who was sleeping on the couch. Stella was completely frozen in place, unable to believe what was happening.