When Her "Death" Couldn't Break Him

Chapter 155 Duties Of A Wife

Nathaniel was still awake when Cecilia returned to Daltonia Villa.

He was dressed in dark–colored pajamas, seated on the sofa, and had his gloomy gaze on Cecilia.

“Did you have fun today?”

“Kind of,” Cecilia replied.

Nathaniel rose, his towering figure instantly blocking most of the light before her.

“I heard from Stella that you were planning to sell me for ten billion.”

Cecilia choked up. This guy clearly knew what I said, so why is he asking me about it?

“I didn’t.”

“Is that so?” Nathaniel leaned in toward her, his body lowered.

Cecilia instinctively stepped back as she replied, “First of all, you should know that Stella and I aren’t on good terms. How could I possibly ask her for ten billion to sell you out? Besides, when your mother offered me a check before, I didn’t even accept it. Why would I do such a thing now?”

After hearing her words, Nathaniel remained skeptical and unconvinced.

He knew that Stella would never have allowed him to witness today’s spectacle. The only possibility was that Cecilia had already found out about everything Stella did.

As such, he chose not to expose Cecilia either.

“Is there anything else?” Cecilia found herself backed against the wall.

As Nathaniel watched her, her cautious demeanor caused him to swallow hard.

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“How’s your money situation coming along?”

Cecilia hadn’t expected him to start asking for money so soon. “It’s not ready yet.”

“Then you might as well consider my suggestion.”

Nathaniel took a deep breath, his voice heavy as he continued, “After all, we are married. If you’ve fulfilled your duties as a wife, then naturally, there’s no need to return the betrothal gift.”

Duties of a wife?

Her face was as hot as a flame. Before she could speak, Nathaniel’s searingly warm hand landed on her cheek, gently caressing it.

“How about one hundred million for each time?”

Cecilia’s mind went blank.

One hundred million at a time? Who does he think I am?

She was reminded once again of the first time when he disregarded all her resistance.

Cecilia pushed him away lightly. “Not so great.”

After speaking, she quickly ascended the stairs in a fit of anger and annoyance. Once she returned to her room, she locked the door behind her.

Just like that, the space in Nathaniel’s embrace suddenly became empty. He didn’t understand why she was angry again.

He discovered that among women, it was Cecilia who was most prone to anger. She would get. upset at the drop of a hat, and even dared to show him her displeasure.

No other woman would have dared to give him attitude.

Feeling upset, Nathaniel promptly left his home and headed toward Elite Club.

The manager swiftly arranged for the most attractive and intellectual women here to come over so he could choose.

Nathaniel sat solemnly at the head of the room, his gaze sweeping over rows and rows of diverse women. Yet, he found himself devoid of interest.

“Mr. Rainsworth.”

A seductive woman took the initiative to approach Nathaniel, attempting to get on his good side.

Nathaniel watched her actions with a cold gaze, yet his mind was filled with images of Cecilia’s angry demeanor.

When the woman touched his hand, he felt an overwhelming sense of disgust

“Get lost!”

Before long, the women in the private room started to leave one by one, their spirits seemingly deflated.

Nathaniel was sitting here all by himself.

At that moment, a woman named Nancy took advantage of the wine–serving distraction to sneak into the private room. Upon seeing Nathaniel, she immediately fell to her knees.

Nathaniel didn’t find it strange when he saw the woman’s face filled with fear and hurt as she looked at him.

“Who are you?

Nancy was taken aback.

“I–I’m Nancy. Have you forgotten me?”

Nancy?

Nathaniel’s memory was exceptional, but he wouldn’t bother to remember those who were irrelevant to his work or himself.

Upon seeing his expression, Nancy realized he had genuinely forgotten about her. She had no choice but to recount the events of that day to him.

“You asked me back then if I would be willing to serve you even if no money was involved. I said it was okay, and you stated that I would be working at Elite Club without receiving any salary from then on.”

Upon hearing her words, Nathaniel was reminded of what happened.

“Do you regret this now?”

Nancy shook her head anxiously. “No, I’m begging you to have mercy on me. Please let me go. really don’t want to entertain customers.”

Nathaniel was puzzled. Who allowed her to entertain guests?