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

Chapter 53 Let Bygones Be Bygones.

At that moment, George’s call came through. “You rascal! Are you planning on staying single. forever? Who gave you the courage to stand up your blind date?”

Over there, George was full of vigor.

Zachary was somewhat exasperated. “Grandpa, I’m busy with something.”

‘Busy? You think I don’t know that you’re out there every day, wasting your time with those good–for–nothing friends?” Clearly, George had lost his patience. “Get back here right now, or I’ll cut off all your options!”

Zachary had no other choice but to return first.

Meanwhile, at Orion Corporation.

After arriving at the company, Cecilia made a beeline for the top floor.

As Cecilia approached, dressed sharply yet still radiating an enchanting beauty, Mason couldn’t help but take a second look.

He still remembered how indifferent she used to be about dressing up. She wore dark- colored clothes every day, blending in rather than standing out–hardly resembling a prominent young lady.

But now, the woman before him was not only stunningly beautiful, but also exuded an aural of nobility and charm. It felt as if she had transformed into a completely different person.

“Ms. Smith, is there something you need?”

“I need to see your boss, Mr. Rainsworth,” Cecilia said aloofly.

this, Mason’s expression remained indifferent. “Mr. Rainsworth is quite busy today: I’m afraid he might not have time

the same

never particularly liked her, so naturally, he wouldn’t let her

she had been turned

to it.

grown accustomed

arrived, she had inquired about Nathaniel’s schedule and found out that he had

Rainsworth know that our collaboration ends here?” With that Cecilia was

that, Mason’s attitude

please wait a moment; I’ll check Mr. Rainsworth’s availability.” He dropped his haughty demeanor and escorted Cecilia all the way to

passed through the secretary’s arca, the secretaries who

Cecilia?

that Cecilia had passed away more than four

elegantly dressed and stunning, exuding an aura that was nothing like

curious gazes,

front of a large floor–to–ceiling window. He was wearing a crisp suit that accentuated his tall

“Mr. Rainsworth.”

door, then tactfully stepped out,

to look at Cecilia, who was standing by the

before him had changed into professional attire,

his mind was filled with the memory of that night–the way she held her wine, her