When Her Death Couldn't Break Him (Cecilia and Nathaniel) novel Chapter 1429

Chapter 1429 Cecilia Is With Nicholas
A year later, on Christmas Eve, in a quaint town overseas, Cecilia busied herself in the kitchen. She prepared raviolis for Christmas dinner.

She called Nicholas. “Nicholas, when will you arrive?”

Nicholas had already arrived at the airport. “Probably around nine in the evening.”

“All right, I'll wait for you,” Cecilia replied softly.

Nicholas' lips curved into a warm smile. “If you're hungry, you should eat first. Got it?”

“Okay. I'm not a fool,” Cecilia responded with a light laugh.

As the time to board the plane neared, Nicholas reluctantly ended the call.

Once he settled into his seat on the plane, he closed his eyes. Over the past year, he had moved Cecilia from place to place, strategically hypnotizing her at regular intervals, ensuring that she remained unaware of the truth.

Cecilia struggled to recall many details of the past, only remembering Nicholas and the memories he had carefully crafted for her.

To avoid raising suspicion from Nathaniel and the others, Nicholas rarely traveled abroad, often using work commitments as an excuse for his absence.

Today, he was supposed to have dinner with his family. However, when Cecilia called, he made the decision to forgo it, choosing instead to spend time with her.

Meanwhile, at the Rainsworth Manor, Cassandra was growing increasingly exasperated as the baby in the room cried relentlessly.

“Why won't she stop crying?” she said.

The nanny hurried over. “She must be hungry. I'll feed her right away.”

“Take her away. She's driving me crazy,” Cassandra snapped, frustration evident in her voice. She had hoped for a son, but to her dismay, she had given birth to a daughter.

As she descended the stairs, she saw Elena with the two little boys, both over a year old and already starting to talk. A sharp pang of jealousy tugged at her heart as she watched them, the envy simmering beneath her surface.

“Mom, how could you play favorites? Didn't you hear Dahlia crying? You have time for your grandsons, but no time for your granddaughter?” Cassandra grumbled.

Elena's brows furrowed at the remark. It wasn't that she disliked her granddaughter, but for some reason, she couldn't seem to warm to Dahlia. The child bore no resemblance to Nicholas.

Perhaps due to the influence of their blood ties, she couldn't bring herself to feel any affection for Dahlia.