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

Chapter 377 You And I Are Not Family

“Is this what your job entails?” Cecilia asked.

“Yeah; it’s all arranged by the boss,” replied Nathaniel, his expression unchanging.

Cecilia reflected on how in the past, Nathaniel would only review proposals made by others. Now, he had to create the proposals himself. You never know what can happen in life!

“Do you want to talk to Elena and have her arrange some work for you, or perhaps-”

Before Cecilia could finish her sentence, Nathaniel interrupted her, “Cecilia, from now on, we have no connection with the Rainsworth family. You are the only family I have.”

Upon hearing these words, Cecilia choked up.

She wasn’t moved, though. Instead, she said, “The reason I returned to Sparaville is because the doctor mentioned that Martha’s health is deteriorating and she might not make it past the New Year. If Martha passes away, I would still choose to leave this place. We are bound to part ways eventually. You and I are not family.”

You and I are not family…

Nathaniel’s heart sank. He had thought that Cecilia had given up on the idea of divorce during the time they recently spent together. Yet, to his surprise, she hadn’t changed her mind at all.

“I’m off to work now. You should head back soon.”

After speaking, Cecilia left the room without having breakfast.

she was set to meet the

woman stood before

completely different. She was dressed in a charming little padded jacket, stepping confidently in her Doc Martens, and holding two large bags of quiche in her

steamed buns, yet she didn’t forget to offer

as her cheeks puffed up, reminiscent of a rabbit’s movements. “No,

If you won’t eat some, how could two girls like me and Boss possibly finish

saw her stuffing two more quiches

a minute had passed, and she had already finished off a

this food go to waste. I suppose I’ll help

Cecilia had been any slower,

sharp–eyed as ever, spotted Cecilia and immediately

the two of them, taking the few

“Thank you.”

the car door for her. “No need to thank me. Come on; get in

in the driver’s seat

was unsure of the identity of the mysterious client, but she knew he was wealthy. Their chosen meeting place

a place like that, it was naturally impossible for Cecilia to follow and reach the

for you in

deluxe private room at the top

hand slid open the window, observing everything