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

Chapter 63 I Will Make You Remember

He really does know how to hit where it hurts. Perhaps this is what true ruthlessness feels like.

Cecilia tightly pursed her lips, oblivious to the pain throbbing in her palms.

The once–thriving Smith Corporation, under the leadership of her younger brother, Magnus, had indeed suffered continuous losses. However, at least it still existed.

But now, even the final memory her father left her was gone.

Cecilia understood that all of Nathaniel’s actions were driven by a desire for revenge against

her.

She gazed upon the land that had now turned into a wasteland. Her throat tightened, and she was almost on the verge of shedding tears.

“Survival of the fittest. You’re the CEO of Rainsworth Group, so your word is law.”

She didn’t realize her voice had gone hoarse.

Nathaniel was surprised to see that, even at this stage, Cecilia was still unwilling to admit that she had not lost her memory.

He had assumed that after witnessing the scene before her, Cecilia would confront him, would cry or make a scene. But nothing of that sort happened.

Once upon a time, when Cecilia looked at him, there was a light in her eyes, not like now, where they were as calm and still as a dead sea.

Nathaniel felt a deep ache in his heart. His slender hand firmly gripped her chin as he said, “Even you were sold to me by the Smith family! You think simply saying you’ve forgotten erases everything? Unless I’m dead, don’t even think about marrying someone else in this lifetime!”

and he was completely

slightly. “But you don’t exist in my

thoroughly infuriated

you have to remember! Even if you die, you must come back to life for

to have lost his mind. Ignoring Cecilia’s resistance, he

at her.

do? Let go of

to Cecilia’s protests; he simply tore

without a word.

thought you’d forgotten about me? Let me help jog

that, he fiercely bit

“Mmph! Natha–mmph!”

the urgent ringing of a phone

It was Elena.

her go

coming yet, Nathaniel? Hurry up; everyone’s

party at the First World Hotel. It was in celebration of Easter Day, and they had

her, Cecilia promptly got out of

else, I’ll be heading back

do something drastic, so she

woman’s retreating figure as she fled in disarray. His mind was filled with her words from earlier, his eyes rimmed

I die,

the First World

mask, stood at the entrance of the hotel as he stared at the luxurious