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.

to meet the mysterious individual

and a woman stood

demeanor cold and stern. In stark contrast, the woman’s aura was 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

yet she didn’t forget

her cheeks puffed up, reminiscent of

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

could reply, he saw her stuffing two more quiches into her

minute had passed, and she had

waste. I suppose I’ll help

been any slower, there

ever, spotted Cecilia and immediately waved at her.

to the two of them, taking the

“Thank you.”

need to thank me. Come on; get in the car. We’re

too, had taken his place in the driver’s seat

she knew he was wealthy. Their chosen meeting place was

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

you in

the deluxe private room at

hand slid open the window, observing everything below the