When Her "Death" Couldn't Break Him

Chapter 264 He Found Her

Nathaniel stood in the doorway, staring at the all–too–familiar figure inside. It had only been about two weeks since he last saw her, but it felt like an eternity.

The bodyguards left first, standing outside.

Nathaniel walked in, and the air in the room seemed to grow heavy.

“I thought I made myself clear,” Cecilia began.

Nathaniel, backlit by the light, made his expression hard to read. He didn’t say a word, just gazed at Cecilia, his eyes never leaving her.

Cecilia wasn’t used to his intense gaze and took a step back. “You’ve received the money from Mr. Jenkins, right? We’re done,” she said..

Nathaniel remained silent, his eyes locked on her. Slowly, he raised his hand, intending to place it on Cecilia’s shoulder, but before he could, she stepped back, avoiding him.

Cecilia took a deep breath. “What do you want?”

Nathaniel’s raised hand froze mid–air. His voice was calm but deliberate as he spoke, “I want you to come home with me.”

“Go home?” Cecilia let out a bitter laugh. “What home? Daltonia Villa? That was never my home.”

Those were the same words Nathaniel had once used against her, and now she was throwing them back at him. Nathaniel had never imagined Cecilia could hurt him like this. Just a few words, yet they pierced him deeply.

“We’re not divorced yet!” he said.

“We’re just a couple in name,” Cecilia retorted.

Nathaniel felt a heavy weight pressing on his chest, a sensation he couldn’t control. He grabbed Cecilia’s shoulder, his gaze intense. “What do you mean by ‘a couple in name? Just last month, you were in my bed! Do you want me to remind you of the sounds. you made?”

Smack!

In a flash of anger, Cecilia slapped him across the face. Her face flushed with indignation. “Mr. Rainsworth, you’re the CEO of a corporation. Surely you understand the concept of putting on an act when circumstances demand it? And the idea of parting on good terms?”

Putting on an act… Was that all it was to Cecilia?

Nathaniel’s check stung from the slap, but the pain deep inside was far worse. He had never felt like this before–betrayed, abandoned…Text © owned by NôvelDrama.Org.

Nathaniel’s voice dropped, his tone pleading. “Are you still upset about the past? I didn’t love Stella. I only cared for her because she once saved my mother. I… I promise it won’t happen again.”

He had never felt so small.

But Cecilia’s eyes were cold, completely unmoved.

Some wounds heal with time, but others never do. She remembered the countless times Nathaniel had been cold and cruel, the times she loved but was never loved in return. It weighed so heavily on her that she dared not trust any man again, nor believe in love.

“I don’t need it. All I want now is for you to leave,” Cecilia said.

Nathaniel’s grip tightened on her shoulder, his eyes burning with anger. “You want me to leave? That’s not going to happen!”

He moved closer, wanting to comfort her, to apologize, but he didn’t know how to begin. Even saying, “I think I’m falling for you,” was something he didn’t dare.

Nathaniel lowered his head, intending to kiss her.

“Let go of me!” Cecilia struggled to pull away.

Outside, the noise was chaotic. Suddenly, someone burst in and threw a punch at Nathaniel. Caught off guard, Nathaniel’s lip split, blood trickling down.

He looked up–it was Calvin. The dignified gentleman was gone. Now, he was throwing punches. at Nathaniel.

Before long, the two were locked in a fierce confrontation.