When Her "Death" Couldn't Break Him Novel

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Chapter 89 The Subject Of Gossip

From a distance, he saw the woman sitting in front of the computer, engrossed in her work.

He quickly walked over and pushed the door open, not bothering to knock.

This sound startled Cecilia, causing her to look up only to be met with his stern countenance.

Recalling the scandalous news about Stella that morning, and remembering how Nathaniel had defended Stella in the past, Cecilia instinctively thought that Stella was once again placing the blame on her and that Nathaniel was here to settle the score on Stella’s behalf.

She stood up, taking a step back. “Mr. Rainsworth, is there something you need?”

Nathaniel observed her cautious actions, his mind filled with images of that child.

“Come home with me right now!”

At that time, he had no interest in playing along with Cecilia’s amnesia act.

Surprise filled Cecilia’s eyes.

Home?

What home?

Cecilia looked up at Nathaniel’s strikingly handsome face.

“Mr. Rainsworth, what do you mean?”

Nathaniel’s throat tightened. He didn’t say much. He gripped Cecilia’s wrist tightly and led her outside.

His pace was rapid, and the impatience etched on his face left Cecilia thoroughly confused.

She could only keep up.

In the car, Nathaniel sat directly in the driver’s seat, his right hand still firmly gripping Cecilia’s wrist.

Cecilia had never seen Nathaniel like this before.

“Where are you taking me?”

Nathaniel started the car and said, “Daltonia Villa!”

It was only then that Cecilia understood what he meant by “home.”

She continued to feign amnesia. “Where is Daltonia Villa? Mr. Rainsworth, don’t forget, we’re already divorced.”

Nathaniel abruptly pulled the car to a stop and leaned toward Cecilia, his eyes slightly red. “Where did you get the idea that we’re divorced?”

Cecilia was taken aback.

The two had previously attempted to divorce, but due to certain reasons and a mandatory cooling–off period, the process wasn’t fully completed.

However, after she pretended to be dead for four or five years, their marriage should have been considered null and void long ago.

Nathaniel could tell what Cecilia was thinking. He gave a cold, mocking laugh.

“My wife has always been missing, not dead.”

When Cecilia looked into his eyes, she suddenly found herself at a loss for words.

Wife….

Hasn’t he always refused to acknowledge that I’m his wife?

Nathaniel continued to drive, his mind a whirlwind of overlapping emotions.

The child appeared to be around four years old, the same age as his child she had carried..

He had never experienced such excitement before. This feeling was strange to him, but not unwelcome.

He raced down the road.

Before long, they arrived at the entrance of Daltonia Villa.

A large villa stood majestically, and outside of it, a smattering of delicate flowers bloomed. These were remnants of a time gone by, hand–planted by Cecilia.

Because Nathaniel didn’t like it, she could only plant them outside, but now there weren’t many left.

Nathaniel was the first to get out of the car, then he proceeded to open the passenger side door.

“Get out.”

Cecilia couldn’t discern what was going on with him that day. She simply followed his lead and got out of the car.

She gazed upon the familiar sights before her. Everything was exactly the same as it was four years ago.

“From now on, you’ll live here,” Nathaniel solemnly stated.

Cecilia immediately blurted out, “No.”

After she spoke, she felt a pang of regret. After all, it would be a great opportunity to get close to Nathaniel.

However, recalling the indifference she had faced in this house in the past, she yearned for a swift escape.

“Mr. Rainsworth, I don’t recall marrying you at the moment, so living together doesn’t seem appropriate. Besides, I have a place to live, and it’s quite nice there.”

There was a time when Cecilia never turned Nathaniel away.

But now, she rejected him repeatedly.

Nathaniel was utterly unconvinced that she had lost her memory, yet even now, she continued to feign it.

Perhaps it was the drive back that had calmed him down significantly more than before.

“Is that the only reason?”

Cecilia nodded. “Yes.”

Nathaniel simply couldn’t believe it.

“We could sleep in separate rooms.”

“That wouldn’t be right either. I don’t want to be the subject of gossip.”