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?”

relaxed, his stern features softening as he glanced over at her. “Never

he wasn’t about to

not in the mood to smile anymore,” she said, closing

comfortably against him, dozing off for

arrived at the company, Nathaniel was ready to

as she made her way into the office alone, Inside, Charlotte and the others quickly

fine,” Cecilia reassured them. “I just fainted because of a

there suddenly be a lack

flushed. How could she possibly explain

forward, offering a plausible explanation. “Maybe the office is too stuffy? Poor air circulation

quickly

again,” Charlotte said, taking

found it hard to refuse, so she

for

Evans Group’s business handled, Cecilia felt it was time to

resting, Ralph and

who backs me, right? Even Nathaniel has to give some respect to my mother Queenie. What do you

cornered, yet Mason showed no sign of letting them go. At Cassandra’s words, Mason let out a cold