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

tentious, sweet–tongued woman.

“Let’s wait for them to finish eating and see what Jessica will do next,” Cecilia suggested.

“All right.”

Lucille also calmed down, choosing to trust Cecilia.

She was well aware that if she just rushed over, there was no guarantee she could outmatch Jessica.

Moreover, upon hearing how Mason addressed Jessica respectfully as the daughter of the Quill family, it was clear that Lucille’s own family background fell short in comparison.

She had made up her mind. If Mason turned out to be a jerk, she would break up with him. In the worst- case scenario, she’d just have to venture into the dating pool again in search of her actual true love.

In the adjacent private room, Mason didn’t mention a single word about Lucille in front of Jessica.

Instead, he simply ordered a few dishes and subtly shifted the conversation toward Cecilia.

“What did Mrs. Rainsworth do at the office today?” asked Mason.

She was

on her food, Jessica continued to criticize Cecilia, “Honestly, I don’t think my sister–in- law takes her job seriously at all. She spent over an hour just reading through a single meeting document. She couldn’t understand it and even felt annoyed by

nodded and commented, “Pregnant women can have a lot of mood swings.

drawled, “It’s not hard. As long as I can help Nathaniel share some

spoke, she passed the bowl of dessert she had taken a bite from to Mason, who

this a try. This

rejecting me, Mason? I clearly remember when you first started hanging out with Nathaniel, you’d

with anger. Go

stood his ground and explained, “Ms. Quill, that’s all in the past now. I’m engaged these days. It’s not appropriate

you? You’re not

“You always speak your mind, don’t you? All right, let’s dig

He felt somewhat helpless.

memory, Jessica was just an innocent young girl. He didn’t interpret her current actions

to be prejudiced. When he first

back then, and it

she never looked down on the working class. She always addressed him by his first name, which made him feel

private room, felt so wronged as she listened to everything

as a block of wood, had a juvenile