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.

of

Rainsworth, it’s your

it a gentle

a calm and composed manner. “No

Reminisce?

reminisce about decades of memories in

Cecilia furrowed her brows.

room, a

forcing herself to stay alert. Her amber eyes locked

Given how

Cecilia picked up the wine glass and presented

sure if this would

didn’t want to

deep, icy–black eyes, Cecilia’s present reflection brought to mind a memory from four years ago,

Cecilia’s wrist, closing in on her. “Is this how

Cecilia was taken aback.

cold as ice, cut like a knife. “Did he reject you? Is that why you came back

Bang!

wine glass slipped from her hand, spilling red wine all over the

roughly shook off Cecilia. Before leaving, he couldn’t resist mocking her.

but the tight grip