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.

Nathaniel watched her, her cautious demeanor caused

when being with

money situation

for

you might as

“After all, we are married. If you’ve fulfilled your duties as a wife, then naturally, there’s no need to return

Duties of a wife?

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

one hundred million for

Cecilia’s mind went blank.

million at a time? Who does he

was reminded once again of the first

him away lightly.

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

in Nathaniel’s embrace suddenly became empty.

most prone to anger. She would get. upset at the drop of a hat,

woman would have dared to give

promptly left his home

and intellectual women

his gaze sweeping over rows and rows of diverse women. Yet, he found

“Mr. Rainsworth.”

took the initiative to approach Nathaniel, attempting to

cold gaze, yet his

woman touched his hand, he felt an overwhelming sense of

“Get lost!”

room started to leave one by one, their spirits seemingly