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.

cautious

when being with a woman nearly

money situation coming

asking for

you might as

deep breath, his voice heavy as he continued, “After all, we are married. If you’ve fulfilled your duties as

Duties of a wife?

hot as a flame. Before she could speak, Nathaniel’s searingly warm hand landed on her cheek, gently

one hundred million for

Cecilia’s mind went blank.

time? Who does

of the first time

away

ascended the stairs in a fit of anger and annoyance. Once she returned to

that, the space 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

other woman would have dared to

left his

arranged for the most attractive and intellectual women here to come over so he

head of the room, his gaze sweeping over rows and

“Mr. Rainsworth.”

woman took the initiative to approach Nathaniel, attempting to get on his good

actions with a cold gaze, yet his mind

he felt an overwhelming sense of

“Get lost!”

started to leave one by one, their spirits seemingly