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

Chapter 155 Duties Of A Wife

Nathaniel was still awake when Cecilia returned to Daltonia Villa.

He was dressed in dark–colored pajamas, seated on the sofa, and had his gloomy gaze on Cecilia.

“Did you have fun today?”

“Kind of,” Cecilia replied.

Nathaniel rose, his towering figure instantly blocking most of the light before her.

“I heard from Stella that you were planning to sell me for ten billion.”

Cecilia choked up. This guy clearly knew what I said, so why is he asking me about it?

“I didn’t.”

“Is that so?” Nathaniel leaned in toward her, his body lowered.

Cecilia instinctively stepped back as she replied, “First of all, you should know that Stella and I aren’t on good terms. How could I possibly ask her for ten billion to sell you out? Besides, when your mother offered me a check before, I didn’t even accept it. Why would I do such a thing now?”

After hearing her words, Nathaniel remained skeptical and unconvinced.

He knew that Stella would never have allowed him to witness today’s spectacle. The only possibility was that Cecilia had already found out about everything Stella did.

As such, he chose not to expose Cecilia either.

“Is there anything else?” Cecilia found herself backed against the wall.

her cautious

intoxicating and overwhelming sensation when being with a woman nearly drove him to the brink of losing

your money

for money so soon. “It’s

as

heavy as he continued, “After all, we are married. If you’ve

Duties of a wife?

Before she could speak, Nathaniel’s searingly warm

one hundred million

Cecilia’s mind went blank.

time? Who does he think

reminded once again of the first time

away lightly. “Not so

fit of anger and annoyance. Once she returned to her

in Nathaniel’s embrace suddenly became empty. He didn’t understand why she

was Cecilia who was most prone to anger. She would get. upset at the drop of a

woman would have dared to

upset, Nathaniel promptly left his home and

swiftly arranged for the most attractive and intellectual women here to come

of the room, his gaze sweeping over rows and rows of diverse women. Yet,

“Mr. Rainsworth.”

to approach Nathaniel, attempting to

actions with a cold gaze, yet his mind was filled with images

his hand, he felt an

“Get lost!”

started to leave one by one, their spirits seemingly