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.

daughter is that

“She seems to be

my future

who dared to lay

Cecilia had also noticed the

be here and he

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

get overly involved with Zachary and to take Jonathan back home

hour later, it began to drizzle

were seated on the couch, with Jonathan standing

up at Rainsworth Manor?” Cecilia

explanation. “I went to see my friend

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

then asked, “So, how did you

into that man and he

“D“mn it!” Vivian cursed.

Zachary, a grown man, to stoop to the level of arguing with a child. The strange things he said today were simply outrageous. He’s

let’s keep our distance,” Vivian said, wanting to pull him into her

dodged. “Ms. Kennedy, this is already the eighth nickname you’ve

nicknames – sly kid, Jonjon, chubs,

I that talented?” Vivian said, munching on