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 a

you think?”

friends were flabbergasted. “What’s

respond; he merely looked at

“Any objections?”

intense that the woman didn’t dare meet his eyes, and she shook her head.

was just testing her, she

man of

so, they

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

bringing up the subject of the man’s ex–wife. “Is your

else suddenly fell

at her, his expression unreadable.

really unhappy,”

his chair, Nathaniel slightly lifted his brows. “You’re right,”

she overheard the conversation between him and

and she just stood there,

still unaware that she

Whether it was now or before, she was somehow always the topic of conversation for

on in?” A faintly magnetic

at some unknown point, had positioned himself beside her, his well–defined hand holding a glass of red