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.

recognizing Nathaniel’s pride, provided directions as Nathaniel made his way

Cecilia to be waiting at the door, but when he knocked, there was no immediate response. After

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

inside, causing him to walk straight into the couch. Marco considered saying something to Cecilia, but ultimately decided it

sighed to himself, thinking, “No matter who you offend in the future, never let it be your wife.” He

and now it seemed the tables

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

her voice, recognizing the familiar edge of irritation. Surprisingly, he wasn’t upset. “I’ve got it,”

taken aback

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

tone only deepened Cecilia’s

deliver them,” she said sharply. “Follow me; I’ll show you to your

to grasp her arm for guidance,

choose to live here, you’ll have to