When Her "Death" Couldn't Break Him (Cecilia and Nathaniel)

Chapter 302 You Need To Have Your Own Son

Nathaniel was a man of his word. Since the two of them left City Hall, he never sought out Cecilia again, nor did he mention Cecilia to anyone around him.

At Daltonia Villa, there wasn’t a trace of light late into the night.

Crash!

The glass items within the house were shattered all over the floor.

The bodyguard immediately wanted to enter the room. “Mr. Rainsworth, are you all right?”

“Get out!”

A cold scoff echoed.

The bodyguard immediately stepped outside.

Nathaniel stood in the dining room, his hand cut by shards of glass with blood flowing freely.

He seemed oblivious to pain as he fumbled to turn on the faucet, allowing the icy–cold water to wash over his wounded hand.

Over the past few days, he didn’t just break things, he also fell quite a few times.

Fortunately, he had memorized the layout of the house, so he wouldn’t make the mistake of heading in the wrong direction again.

did Nathaniel finally turn off the faucet and

walked into the living room all by himself and

his memory, Cecilia would sit here, waiting for him to come home from.

the house. Thinking it was the bodyguard coming

one who pushed the door open wasn’t a

pitch–black interior of the room, Elena couldn’t help but furrow her brows. “Why aren’t

Nathaniel sitting inside the room. Only then did she belatedly realize she

the lights wouldn’t do a

was quite chilly as the heater wasn’t on. Upon entering, Elena turned on the heater before making her way to

to have improved significantly. Recently, I’ve been considering a few young ladies for you. They’re all quite wonderful, and they’ve admired you

ladies were all

the key point being that they had

all and found that they

his eyes full of icy disdain as he said, “Didn’t

by his sudden shout

this any way to talk to your

he lost his memory, he had never once raised his

memory, he was

remained

must first respect them. I won’t meet the women you

become more agreeable after

only spoke kindly to Cecilia and was even more sharp–tongued and irritable. toward