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.

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

replied, “I can’t even see. How am I supposed to have a snowball fight

my

youth, acted stubborn. “Nope, I insist on having a snowball fight with you. Why won’t you play with

you to a snowball fight. But since you’re blind,

“Let’s get this straight first–the loser isn’t

tears and declared, “A

another word, Elliot bent down to make a snowball, eager to show

later, Elliot was soaked to the bone, his hair laden with snow. With a single hand, Nathaniel hoisted him up and tossed him into the bathroom.

Elliot’s body might not handle the cold well, I wouldn’t have let him off

Nathaniel’s hearing was exceptional. Any slight sound

wanted to continue pretending to cry, but Nathaniel immediately

to press his lips together, refraining from making any further

not snowing outside, so how

mumbled,