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

Chapter 89 The Subject Of Gossip

From a distance, he saw the woman sitting in front of the computer, engrossed in her work.

He quickly walked over and pushed the door open, not bothering to knock.

This sound startled Cecilia, causing her to look up only to be met with his stern countenance.

Recalling the scandalous news about Stella that morning, and remembering how Nathaniel had defended Stella in the past, Cecilia instinctively thought that Stella was once again placing the blame on her and that Nathaniel was here to settle the score on Stella’s behalf.

She stood up, taking a step back. “Mr. Rainsworth, is there something you need?”

Nathaniel observed her cautious actions, his mind filled with images of that child.

“Come home with me right now!”

At that time, he had no interest in playing along with Cecilia’s amnesia act.

Surprise filled Cecilia’s eyes.

Home?

What home?

Cecilia looked up at Nathaniel’s strikingly handsome face.

“Mr. Rainsworth, what do you mean?”

Nathaniel’s throat tightened. He didn’t say much. He gripped Cecilia’s wrist tightly and led her outside.

His pace was rapid, and the impatience etched on his face left Cecilia thoroughly confused.

only keep

the driver’s seat, his right hand still firmly gripping Cecilia’s

never seen Nathaniel

you taking

the car and said,

Cecilia understood what he meant

continued to feign amnesia. “Where is Daltonia Villa? Mr. Rainsworth,

pulled the car to a stop and leaned toward Cecilia, his eyes slightly red. “Where did you get the idea that we’re

Cecilia was taken aback.

divorce, but due to certain reasons and a mandatory cooling–off period, the process wasn’t fully

or five years, their marriage should have been

tell what Cecilia was thinking. He gave a cold,

always been

suddenly found herself at a loss for

Wife….

to acknowledge that I’m

drive, his mind a whirlwind of overlapping

to be around four years old, the same age

had never experienced such excitement before. This feeling was strange to him,

raced down the

arrived at the entrance

of it, a smattering of delicate flowers bloomed. These were remnants of a time gone by, hand–planted by

only plant them outside, but now there weren’t

car, then he proceeded to open the passenger side

“Get out.”

with him that day. She simply followed his lead and

the familiar sights before her. Everything was exactly