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.

blood stopped flowing did Nathaniel finally turn off the

walked into the living room all by

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

outside the house. Thinking it was the

wasn’t a bodyguard, but rather, it

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

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

switching on the lights wouldn’t do a blind

wasn’t on. Upon entering, Elena

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

all just twenty years

them were young and attractive, the key point being that they had

all and found that they

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

his sudden shout telling her to

way to

even before he lost

lost his memory, he

remained utterly

you want others to respect you, you must first respect them. I won’t meet the women you mentioned. You may leave

thought that Nathaniel would become more agreeable after he lost

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