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 to see you,” he

the same as

so naturally, he wouldn’t let

had been turned away too many times,

to it.

grown accustomed

about Nathaniel’s schedule and found out that he

let Mr. Rainsworth know that our collaboration ends here?” With that Cecilia was ready

that, Mason’s

Mr. Rainsworth’s availability.” He dropped his

the secretaries who had been working there. couldn’t

Cecilia?

had passed

that was nothing like the unadorned, clueless, and humble Ms. Smith from

curious gazes, Cecilia entered

front of a large floor–to–ceiling window. He was

“Mr. Rainsworth.”

then tactfully stepped out,

to look at Cecilia, who was standing

changed into professional attire, adding

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