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

Chapter 308 A Bitter Homecoming

By the time Cecilia returned home, it was already past nine in the evening. She had cleared out the storage room to make space for Nathaniel to stay. The room was modest, but it had a separate bathroom, ensuring that Nathaniel wouldn’t disturb her or Martha.

At exactly ten o’clock, a sleek Maybach pulled up in front of the house. Nathaniel sat in the back seat, his posture rigid, his eyes dark and unreadable.

The driver exited the car, walked around to the rear, and respectfully informed Nathaniel, “Mr. Rainsworth, we’ve arrived. I’ll go fetch Mrs. Rainsworth to meet you.”

Following Nathaniel’s instructions, only the driver had accompanied him; no one else from the household staff had come along.

As Nathaniel stepped out of the car, he recalled the words he had spoken to Cecilia after leaving City Hall his promise never to disturb her again.

“Take me there,” Nathaniel instructed, his voice low, looking just like a regular person.

“Understood.”

The driver quickly moved to assist him, but Nathaniel refused the help. “Just tell me the way,” he said, disliking the feeling of being dependent on others.

The driver, recognizing Nathaniel’s pride, provided directions as Nathaniel

at the door, but when he knocked, there was no immediate response. After a moment, Cecilia opened the door,

Nathaniel, she spoke curtly. “Come

to intrude, so he returned to the car. But just as he was about

ignored Nathaniel as he followed her inside, causing him to walk straight into the couch. Marco considered saying something to Cecilia, but ultimately decided it wasn’t his place to interfere in their marital

he settled back into the car, Marco sighed to himself, thinking, “No matter who you offend in the future,

it seemed the

who had bumped into the couch. “Could you be a bit more careful when

voice, recognizing the familiar edge of irritation. Surprisingly, he wasn’t

taken aback by

have someone deliver a new couch

reassure her, but his humble tone only deepened Cecilia’s

want your things. Don’t allow anyone to deliver them,” she

grasp her arm

you choose to live here, you’ll