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, her cautious demeanor caused him to swallow

mere thought of the intoxicating and overwhelming sensation when being with a woman nearly drove him to

money situation

start asking for money

as well consider my

breath, his voice heavy as he continued, “After all, we are married. If you’ve fulfilled your duties as a wife, then naturally, there’s no need to return the

Duties of a wife?

could speak, Nathaniel’s searingly warm hand

one hundred million

Cecilia’s mind went blank.

hundred million at a time? Who does he

first

away lightly.

fit of anger and annoyance.

suddenly became

it was Cecilia who was most prone to anger. She would get.

would have dared to give him

left his home

manager swiftly arranged for the most attractive and intellectual women here

gaze sweeping over rows and rows of diverse

“Mr. Rainsworth.”

to approach Nathaniel, attempting

a cold gaze, yet his

touched his hand, he felt an overwhelming sense of

“Get lost!”

the private room started to leave