Chapter 497 Silent Promises

Cecilia paused. Looking up, she replied honestly, “I don’t know. Right now, I just want to care for my children.” She needed to reclaim what belonged to the Smiths. Then, after the twins were born, she could use their cord blood for Elliot’s surgery.

Nathaniel’s heart sank. Cecilia began, “If you still mind, let’s…” but Nathaniel interrupted, “I don’t mind.”

Did he truly mean it? How could he not? But if he was honest, she might leave. He’d never felt so humbled. His breath warmed Cecilia’s hair. “It’s cold. May I carry you inside?” His voice was hoarse.

Cecilia shook her head. “No need. I can walk.”

She gently disengaged herself and walked away, Nathaniel following at a slower pace. Despite the snow, Cecilia felt no chill; Nathaniel was beside her, his fingers tapping on his keyboard. He was blind, using specialized tools. While she read, he would lean closer. Despite the ample sofa, he insisted on sitting close, creating a feeling of crowdedness.

“I’m going for a walk,” Cecilia said, rising.

Nathaniel gently took her hand. “Let’s go together.”

“Aren’t you working?” Cecilia asked.

“It’s New Year’s Day. No need to work,” he replied.

“All right then.”

10:47 AM

Chapter 497 Silent Promises

Cecilia changed clothes. Returning, she saw Nathaniel in the vibrant down jacket she’d recently bought him. He looked gentler. She was stunned. Unable to see his outfit, he asked, “How do I look?”

“Quite good,” she replied truthfully.

She left a note for Elliot, saying she’d be back in two hours. Elliot usually slept for over three hours. Sven, being free, drove them.

“Sven, join us for New Year’s tonight,” Cecilia suggested.

Nathaniel’s expression darkened. Sven was too attractive a bodyguard, making Nathaniel wary.

“I’ll pass.”

Sven had something to discuss privately with Cecilia, but Nathaniel’s presence prevented it. Soon, they reached the pedestrian street. After they exited the car, Sven said, “You two explore. Call me when you’re done.”

“All right, thank you.”

Nathaniel overheard their conversation; it felt more friendly than superior-subordinate. Walking with Cecilia, he suggested, “Don’t you think a female bodyguard would be more convenient? I can have Mason arrange it.”

“No need, Sven is capable and professional,” Cecilia declined.

Nathaniel’s brows furrowed. Sven was indeed professional, but also very handsome. Mason had said Sven looked more like an heir than a bodyguard. Nathaniel had investigated him, but found little information.

The pedestrian street was lively, a stark contrast to Cecilia’s usual experience. She bought snacks for their New Year’s Eve viewing. Shopkeepers often glanced at Nathaniel; he seemed otherworldly. Noticing burnt barbecue skewers, Cecilia told Nathaniel, “Let’s move ten meters back.” He turned and walked seven steps, waiting for her. She secured the skewers, turning to find two girls approaching him.

“Hey there, Handsome. Can I add you on WhatsApp?”