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?

she might just find herself

do you think?” Nathaniel asked in

friends were flabbergasted. “What’s wrong with

man did not respond; he

“Any objections?”

the woman didn’t dare meet his eyes, and she shook

her, she didn’t pay his words.

him well enough to understand that he was a man of his word.

they kept

was still unaware that she would receive no compensation working at Elite Club, nor would anyone dare

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

suddenly

unreadable. “How did you

tell you were really unhappy,” Nancy answered, a playful smile dancing in her beautiful

lifted his brows. “You’re

reached the doorstep when she overheard the

and she just stood there,

unaware that she

somehow always the

here, why don’t you go on in?”

beside her, his well–defined