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

Chapter 142 A Man Of His Word

With these thoughts in her mind, Nancy, encouraged by the crowd, took a seat beside Nathaniel.

Under the dim light, she couldn’t discern his expression. As the initial awkwardness and shyness faded, she prepared to peel some fruit for him to eat.

Nathaniel watched her actions intently, then bluntly asked, “If I don’t give you money, would you still be sitting here?”

Nancy stilled momentarily before responding. “Getting to sit beside you is already an honor for me. I don’t need money.”

Upon hearing these words, the man naturally thought of Cecilia.

After so many years of marriage, it was only after their divorce that he realized Cecilia had never once used a single penny from the Rainsworth family.

“Alright. Starting from now, you’ll be working here without any pay,” Nathaniel declared at a measured pace.

Though Elite Club was not technically his property, all it took was a single word from him, and the boss would immediately put it into action.

Surprise filled Nancy’s eyes. “You’re not joking with me, are you, Mr. Rainsworth?”

If she didn’t need money, why else would she want to work here?

Given her educational background, securing a job that paid ten thousand a month was no difficult task.

Still, why settle with ten grand a month when she could potentially make ten grand within a day?

and beautiful, so she might just find herself a rich

you think?” Nathaniel asked in

were flabbergasted. “What’s wrong with you,

man did not respond; he merely looked

“Any objections?”

didn’t dare meet his eyes, and she shook

just testing her, she didn’t pay

friends knew him well enough to understand that he was a man of his word. Thus, they

so, they kept

no compensation working at Elite Club, nor would anyone dare to offer

push her luck, bringing up the subject of the man’s ex–wife.

suddenly fell

expression unreadable. “How

you were really unhappy,” Nancy

lifted

doorstep when she overheard the

left ajar, and she just

unaware that she

now or before, she was somehow always the topic

here, why don’t you go on in?” A faintly magnetic voice

positioned himself beside her, his well–defined hand