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.

in your hands now. They’re getting

left while continuously

mention that Ernest was very handsome. As for how handsome,

Vivian’s hopeless romantic nature, he figured Ernest should

carve out some time to conduct

as the days went on. All Cecilia could do was to stay by her side,

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

takeout right away,” Cecilia said, pulling out her

“Sweetheart, by the time the takeout arrives, it will already be

made demands of Cecilia,

I’ll go right now. If you need anything, just ask Nathaniel

I understand,” she

kindly smile on Martha’s face

all this time, you still can’t cook. Mr. Rainsworth, you might as well save your energy.

turned

“What do you mean?”

you simply can’t bring her happiness at this moment. You should just go

physical constraints, Martha