When Her "Death" Couldn't Break Him (Cecilia and Nathaniel)

Chapter 43 Tampering The Wine

She slipped the drug into the red wine, then, dressed in a seductive, semi–revealing nightgown, Cecilia approached Nathaniel and poured him a glass.

“Here you go.”

Nathaniel observed her every move, delicately taking the wine glass from her. However, he didn’t drink it; instead, he spoke up without being prompted.

“You were ten when you returned from the village to Tudela, that was our first encounter.”

Cecilia paused, taken aback that Nathaniel actually remembered their first encounter.

She didn’t show any signs of oddness, instead, she pushed the wine toward him once more.

Unexpectedly, Nathaniel pushed the wine back to her, his words leaving no room for argument. “You drink first!”

Gazing at the wine before her, which had been tampered with, Cecilia didn’t hesitate as she picked up the glass and downed it.

The liquor slid down her throat, its taste both bitter and spicy.

Cecilia knew that if she didn’t drink, Nathaniel would certainly become suspicious.

Nathaniel, having spent so many years immersed in the world of business, would have noticed something was off if she showed even the slightest weakness.

poured another glass of wine, setting it before

it’s your turn

wine glass, giving it a gentle swirl. Yet, he did

and composed manner. “No rush, let me help

Reminisce?

they possibly reminisce about decades of memories

Cecilia furrowed her brows.

the air conditioning running in the room, a fine layer of

herself to stay alert. Her amber eyes locked onto Nathaniel’s, her breath

how late

spoke, Cecilia picked up the wine glass and presented it

sure if this would

to lose the

a memory from four years ago, when she had

wrist, closing in on her. “Is

Cecilia was taken aback.

Is that

Bang!

from her hand, spilling

leaving, he couldn’t resist mocking her.

up all over, but the tight grip of her left