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

Chapter 87 Am I That Talented.

What’s wrong with a father disciplining his son?

Zachary knew what she was up to. She was playing hard to get, hoping that he would willingly accept the boy.

“You’ve really gone to great lengths to get close to me. You were behind what he did before too, weren’t you?”

Vivian and Jonathan was completely flabbergasted.

Zachary leaned over toward them, a cold glint in his eyes. “No matter what you’re planning, I’ll take care of the child, but I won’t take responsibility for a woman like you.”

Vivian had heard from Cecilia before that Zachary was a jerk. After seeing him in person, she found it to be undeniably true.

Her temper flared uncontrollably, and she swiftly raised her hand, slapping it across Zachary’s handsome face.

Zachary was stunned.

“Who needs you to take responsibility? Even if I were to marry a pig or a dog, I wouldn’t dream of marrying you!”

Zachary had intended to take Jonathan to a corner to teach him slowly, but he didn’t expect. Vivian to rush over unexpectedly.

The commotion over here quickly caught everyone’s attention.

Sitting on the second floor, George, who had been watching over his eldest grandson, was utterly astounded.

is

to be the eldest daughter of the

my

the first person who dared to lay a hand on

also

never have imagined that Jonathan would be here and he

she found herself looking in Nathaniel’s direction, only to realize that he had also noticed

quickly made a call to Vivian, urging her not to get overly involved with Zachary and to

later, it began to drizzle

mansion, Cecilia and Vivian were seated on the couch, with Jonathan standing in

how did you end up at Rainsworth Manor?” Cecilia asked with

prepared his explanation. “I went to see my friend today. He was the one who took me

a child of one of the guests attending the Rainsworth. family’s banquet. Thinking it was

“So, how did you end

bumped into that man and he had me seized, event threatening

“D“mn it!” Vivian cursed.

with a child. The

distance,” Vivian said, wanting to pull him into

“Ms. Kennedy, this is

all these nicknames – sly

that talented?” Vivian said, munching