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.

The moment he looked at Elliot, the boy’s heart raced, feeling as if

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

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

with another man’s offspring is indeed troublesome. If this were my own child, it would never be as annoying as

stubborn. “Nope, I insist on having a snowball fight with you. Why won’t you play with me? What gives you the right to stay at my place?” he

no way I’d challenge you to a snowball

rules. “Let’s get this

tears and declared,

to make a snowball, eager to show his deadbeat dad what he was

bone, his hair laden with snow. With a single hand, Nathaniel

not handle the cold well, I wouldn’t have

was exceptional. Any slight sound Elliot made was. immediately

wanted to continue pretending to cry, but Nathaniel

to press his lips together, refraining from making any

snowing outside, so how did your clothes get all wet, and why is there so much snow

mumbled, “I took