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.

watched her, her cautious

thought of the intoxicating and overwhelming sensation when being with a

money situation

to start asking for money so soon.

might as

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

Duties of a wife?

a flame. Before she could speak, Nathaniel’s searingly warm hand landed on

hundred million for each

Cecilia’s mind went blank.

at a time? Who does he think

the first time when he disregarded all her

pushed him away lightly.

ascended the stairs in a fit of anger and annoyance. Once she returned to her room, she locked the door behind

like that, the space in Nathaniel’s embrace suddenly became

would get. upset at the drop

woman would have dared to

Nathaniel promptly left his home and headed toward

intellectual women here to come over

sat solemnly at the head of the room, his gaze sweeping over rows and rows of diverse women. Yet, he found himself devoid

“Mr. Rainsworth.”

to approach Nathaniel, attempting to get

actions with a cold gaze, yet his mind

he felt an overwhelming sense of

“Get lost!”

in the private room started to leave one by