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.

“My happiness is in your hands now. They’re

left while continuously muttering under

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

he figured

seems I need to carve out some time to

increasingly cold, Martha’s health declined as the days went on. All

Martha was worried about her, saying suddenly, “Ceci, I craved for the ravioli from the western part of

right away,” Cecilia

arrives, it will already be cold.

demands of Cecilia, so

you need anything, just ask Nathaniel for help,” she said

understand,” she

left, the kindly smile on Martha’s face

the kitchen and said coldly, “After all this time, you still can’t cook. Mr. Rainsworth, you might as

this, Nathaniel solemnly turned off his phone

“What do you mean?”

Rainsworth, you simply can’t bring her happiness at this moment.

for her physical constraints, Martha would have already chased him out with a