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

Chapter 1298 Not In The Mood For Mercy

The man, who had been full of bravado moments earlier, suddenly fell silent, his arrogance gone. His wife, who had already been irritated with him, saw this as the perfect moment to twist the knife.

“Did you hear that?” she asked bitterly. “That’s what a responsible man looks like. The CEO of a major company is here with his wife for a check–up. What about you?”

The man, now thoroughly embarrassed, lowered his head, hiding from his phone.

Meanwhile, outside the hospital, Cecilia found the whole situation amusing. Who would’ve thought Nathaniel would be mistaken for a toy boy?

As they got into the car, she gave him a teasing look. With that face, he does have the potential to be a toy boy.

Nathaniel’s expression darkened slightly. “Do I really look like someone who lives off others?”

Cecilia laughed softly. “Of course not.”

“Then why did you laugh just now?”

Throughout his life, there were few who had ever dared to suggest that Nathaniel was a freeloader, and it clearly rubbed him the wrong way.

Cecilia pressed her lips together, trying to stop herself from laughing again. “Is this better?”

as he glanced over at her. “Never

so long since he’d seen her this lighthearted, and he wasn’t about to spoil the moment. Cecilia’s smile, however, quickly faded

mood to smile anymore,” she said, closing her

and she didn’t resist. She settled comfortably against him, dozing off for a brief nap as they

company, Nathaniel was ready to follow her inside, but

she made her way into the office alone,

reassured them. “I just fainted because of a little oxygen

there suddenly be

flushed. How could she possibly explain what

a brief, awkward silence, Lucille stepped forward, offering a plausible explanation. “Maybe the office is too stuffy? Poor

the save, Cecilia quickly nodded.

happen again,” Charlotte said, taking

hard to refuse, so she smiled and

arranged for someone to

most of Evans Group’s business handled, Cecilia felt it was time to head home

Ralph and Cassandra were facing

to give some respect to my mother Queenie. What do you think you’re doing. cornering my father

were cornered, yet Mason showed no sign of letting