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

Chapter 455 Standoff Between Father And Son

As soon as they parted ways, both Cecilia and Nathaniel were visibly uncomfortable, their faces. flushed with awkwardness.

“Eli, what are you doing out here?” Cecilia asked, her cheeks still warm with embarrassment.

Elliot wasn’t as naive as he might have seemed. He knew that his no–good father was trying to worm his way back into his mom’s life.

Mom is too trusting. What if se mbag daddy deceives her again?

Elliot descended the stairs, looking every bit the innocent child. “Upstairs is too boring. Mr. Rainsworth, would you take me out for some fun?” he asked sweetly.

“But it’s so late-” Cecilia began, but before she could finish, Nathaniel promptly agreed.

“Sure,” Nathaniel said, his tone serious.

As a man, Nathaniel could sense the animosity Elliot harbored toward him. He didn’t particularly care for this little rascal, but Elliot was Cecilia’s child, and if he wanted to stay close to her, he had no choice but to tolerate him. Otherwise, he might have tossed the two kids into the river to feed the fish long ago.

Watching the father and son harmoniously head out for a walk, Cecilia felt a warmth spread through her heart. She didn’t know that as soon as they stepped outside, Elliot bent down, scooped up a handful of snow, and flung it at the back of Nathaniel’s head.

his icy gaze turning toward the boy. The moment he looked at Elliot, the boy’s heart raced, feeling as if Nathaniel could

Rainsworth, can we have a snowball fight?” Elliot asked, his voice slightly

already suspicious, replied, “I can’t even see. How am I supposed to have a snowball fight with you?” He knew this kid was

man’s offspring is indeed troublesome. If this were my own

insist on having a snowball fight with you. Why won’t you play with me? What gives you the right

see, there’s no way I’d challenge you to a

laid out the rules. “Let’s get this straight first–the

tears and declared, “A gentleman doesn’t go back

down to make a snowball, eager to show his deadbeat dad

his hair laden with snow. With a single hand, Nathaniel hoisted him up and tossed him

Elliot’s body might not handle the cold

he couldn’t see, Nathaniel’s hearing was exceptional. Any slight sound

face, wanted to continue pretending to cry, but Nathaniel immediately turned on his phone’s

choice but to press his lips together,

just out for a walk? It’s not snowing outside, so how did your clothes get all wet, and why is there so much snow in

mumbled, “I took a