When Her "Death" Couldn't Break Him Novel

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 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.

However, during Cecilia’s recent interactions with Nathaniel, she realized that he truly couldn’t cook, leading her to believe that Stella had intentionally deceived her.

While she was deep in thought, Nathaniel had already served the meal on the table.

“Let’s eat.”

Snapping back to her senses, Cecilia accepted the cutlery and plate. “Thank you.”

During their meal, she couldn’t help but ask, “Did you really not know how to cook before?”

Nathaniel thought she was once again mistaking him for Nicholas and was testing and being disdainful of him.

“Everything Nicholas knows how to do, I know too.”

A layer of frost seemed to cover Cecilia’s face. “If you keep being so sarcastic, I’m going back to my hometown.”

Nathaniel was most fearful when she got angry, even though she rarely lost her temper in the past.

His voice softened considerably in an instant. “I can’t cook, but I’m willing to learn.”

Had he not been visually impaired, he surely would have learned quickly. After all, it was just cooking, wasn’t it?

Noticing his improved attitude, Cecilia didn’t say anything further, choosing instead to focus on her meal.

During her pregnancy, she found her appetite gradually increasing. She didn’t dare to restrict it, fearing it might affect the baby’s absorption of nutrients.

After having their fill of food and drink, surprisingly, Nathaniel rose to wash the dishes.

Cecilia didn’t want to reap without sowing, so she was about to help out but was stopped by Nathaniel. “You go rest; I’ll wash up.”

“It’s fine. Since you cooked, I’ll do the dishes. We need to establish some boundaries.

Cecilia wanted to help, but Nathaniel gently lifted her up and placed her on the living room. couch happened yesterday.”

After he had finished speaking, he briskly walked away.

From her position on the couch, Cecilia could see that his ears had turned red.

Is it really that embarrassing to apologize?

Cecilia chose not to argue with him further. After taking a brief rest on the couch, she started to tackle her work.