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 made his way

expected Cecilia to be waiting at the door, but when he knocked, there was no immediate response. After a moment, Cecilia opened the door, a cold gust

directly at Nathaniel, she spoke curtly. “Come

Marco, watched as Nathaniel entered the house. He felt it wasn’t his place to intrude, so he returned to the car. But just as he was about to leave, he heard a loud

Nathaniel as he followed her inside, causing him to walk straight into the couch.

the car, Marco sighed to himself, thinking, “No matter who you offend in the future, never let it be

now it seemed the

turned to look at Nathaniel, who had bumped into the couch. “Could you be a bit more careful

irritation. Surprisingly, he

aback by

continued, “Don’t worry. I’ll have someone deliver a

spoke as if trying to reassure her, but his humble tone only deepened Cecilia’s frustration. She had planned to provoke him, but now she felt

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

to grasp her arm for guidance,

live here, you’ll