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.

Nathaniel finally turn off the faucet and

the living room all by himself and took a seat

the remnants of his memory, Cecilia would sit here, waiting for him to come

echoed from outside the house. Thinking it was the bodyguard coming over again, Nathaniel impatiently

door open wasn’t a bodyguard, but

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

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

wouldn’t

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

significantly. Recently, I’ve been considering a few young ladies for you. They’re all

ladies were all just

young and attractive, the key point being that they had no

that they were all compliant and

eyes full of icy disdain as he said, “Didn’t you hear what I said? Get

sudden shout

to talk to

a difficult personality even before he lost his

memory, he

remained

others to respect you, you must first respect them.

thought that Nathaniel would become more agreeable after he lost his

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