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.

flowing did Nathaniel finally turn

into the living room all by himself and took a

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

it was the bodyguard coming over again, Nathaniel impatiently said,

who pushed the door open wasn’t a bodyguard, but rather,

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

inside the room. Only

the lights wouldn’t do a blind

heater wasn’t on. Upon entering,

ladies for you. They’re all quite wonderful, and they’ve admired you

ladies were all just

key point being that they had

met them all and found that they were all compliant and

furrowed, his eyes full of icy disdain as

his sudden shout telling

any way to talk

true that Nathaniel had a difficult personality even before he lost his

he was now

remained utterly

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

Nathaniel would become more

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