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

Chapter 320 You Should Just Go Back

“Ms. Kennedy, why don’t you ever knock?” Jonathan asked, his face puffed up in annoyance..

“Ah, I’m sorry. I forgot.” Vivian stepped forward. “Jonjon, do you still remember the promise your made to me?”

Jonathan let out a sigh. “Of course I remember. You want me to pretend to be your son so that you can seek vengeance on your ex–boyfriend. I’m quite adept at getting back at people. If you need, I can even find you a husband, helping myself find a father in the process.”

Vivian stared at him with her eyes opened wide. “Really?”

Jonathan hadn’t expected Vivian to actually believe him. For the sake of her happiness, he could only reassure her, “Of course, this person will definitely be better than your ex–boyfriend.”

“How much will it cost?” Vivian asked earnestly.

She was thinking that a gigolo who was more handsome than Ernest probably wouldn’t come cheap.

She was surprised that Jonathan already had such connections despite his young age. It was truly impressive.

“You don’t need to worry about that. Go to sleep. Good night.”

Jonathan was lying in bed, his head covered with a blanket.

let out a sigh. “My happiness is in your hands now. They’re getting

continuously muttering under her

He had heard Vivian mention that Ernest was very handsome. As for how handsome, he didn’t know, for

he figured Ernest should be

I need to carve out some time to

increasingly cold, Martha’s health declined as the days went on. All Cecilia could do was

suddenly, “Ceci, I craved for the ravioli from the

away,”

stopped her. “Sweetheart, by the time the takeout arrives, it will already be cold. Would you mind going out and getting

made demands of Cecilia, so

If you need anything, just ask Nathaniel for

understand,” she

the kindly

tall figure in the kitchen and said coldly, “After all this time, you still can’t cook. Mr. Rainsworth, you might as well save your energy. Ceci is not coming home for dinner.

this, Nathaniel solemnly turned off his phone and

“What do you mean?”

happiness at this moment. You should

her physical constraints, Martha would have already chased him out