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.

finally turn

room all by himself and took a

would sit here, waiting for him to come

outside the house. Thinking it was the bodyguard coming over again,

the door open wasn’t a

Elena couldn’t help but furrow her brows. “Why aren’t the

saw Nathaniel sitting inside the

lights wouldn’t

quite chilly as the heater wasn’t on. Upon entering, Elena turned on the heater before

your health seems 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 since they were children. Could you possibly make

young ladies were all

key point being

all and found that they

disdain as he said, “Didn’t you hear what I said?

by his sudden shout telling her

any way to

it was true that Nathaniel had a difficult personality even before he lost his memory, he had

he was now shouting at

remained utterly

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

thought that Nathaniel would become more agreeable after he

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