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

money situation coming

start asking for

might as well

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

Duties of a wife?

she could speak,

hundred million for each

Cecilia’s mind went blank.

a time?

once again of the first

him away

she quickly ascended the stairs in a fit of anger and

suddenly became empty. He didn’t understand why

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

would have dared

Nathaniel promptly left his home and headed toward Elite

attractive and intellectual women here to come over so

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

“Mr. Rainsworth.”

took the initiative to approach Nathaniel, attempting

his mind was filled with images of Cecilia’s

he felt an overwhelming sense of

“Get lost!”

in the private room started to leave one