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

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Chapter 308 A Bitter Homecoming

By the tCecilia returned home, it was already past nine in the evening. She had cleared out the storage room

to make space for Nathaniel to stay. The room was modest, but it had a separate bathroom, ensuring that

Nathaniel wouldn't disturb her or Martha.

At exactly ten o'clock, a sleek Maybach pulled up in front of the house. Nathaniel sat in the back seat, his

posture rigid, his eyes dark and unreadable.

The driver exited the car, walked around to the rear, and respectfully informed Nathaniel, “Mr. Rainsworth, we've

arrived. I'll go fetch Mrs. Rainsworth to meet you.”

Following Nathaniel’s instructions, only the driver had accompanied him; no one else from the household staff

had calong.

As Nathaniel stepped out of the car, he recalled the words he had spoken to Cecilia after leaving City Hall his

promise never to disturb her again.

“Takethere,” Nathaniel instructed, his voice low, looking just like a regular person.

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“Understood.”

The driver quickly moved to assist him, but Nathaniel refused the help. “Just tellthe way,” he said, disliking

the feeling of being dependent on others.

“Yes, sir.” The driver, recognizing Nathaniel’s pride, provided directions as Nathaniel made his way to the house.

The driver had expected Cecilia to be waiting at the door, but when he knocked, there was no immediate

response. After a moment, Cecilia opened the door, a cold gust of wind sweeping in as she did.

Without looking directly at Nathaniel, she spoke curtly. “Cin.”

The driver, Marco, watched as Nathaniel entered the house. He felt it wasn’t his place to intrude, so he returned

to the car. But just as he was about to leave, he heard a loud crash from inside.

Glancing back, Marco saw that Cecilia had ignored Nathaniel as he followed her inside, causing him to walk

straight into the couch. Marco considered saying something to Cecilia, but ultimately decided it wasn’t his place

to interfere in their marital issues.

As he settled back into the car, Marco sighed to himself, thinking, “No matter who you offend in the future, never

let it be your wife.” He had seen how Nathaniel had treated Cecilia in the

past, and now it seemed the tables had turned.

Inside the house, Cecilia turned to look at Nathaniel, who had bumped into the couch. “Could you be a bit more

careful when you walk?” she said, her tone cold. “This is the only large couch we have.”

Nathaniel listened to her voice, recognizing the familiar edge of irritation. Surprisingly, he wasn’t upset. “I've got

it,” he responded calmly.

Cecilia was taken aback by his composed demeanor.

Nathaniel continued, “Don’t worry. I'll have someone deliver a new couch tomorrow.”

He spoke as if trying to reassure her, but his humble tone only deepened Cecilia's frustration. She had planned

to provoke him, but now she felt a twinge of embarrassment.

“I don’t want your things. Don’t allow anyone to deliver them,” she said sharply. “Follow me; I'll show you to your

room.”

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Nathaniel reached out, trying to grasp her arm for guidance, but Cecilia quickly pulled away.

“I'm not going to take care of you. If you choose to live here, you'll have to fend for yourself,” she declared, her

voice firm.

Nathaniel swallowed hard, his Adam's apple bobbing slightly. “All right,” he agreed quietly. He hadn't come

expecting her care; he simply wanted to be near her.

He followed the sound of her footsteps as she led him to the cramped storage room. Cecilia had already

arranged his toiletries and other essentials in the small space.

“My nanny, Martha, still lives here,” she informed him. “Be mindful when you're at hand try not to leave

your room unnecessarily.”

In Cecilia's heart, Martha was more than just a nanny-she was family.

“All right,” Nathaniel replied, his tone respectful.

Despite the tension between them, the blind Nathaniel seemed like a different person-more subdued, more

willing to follow her lead.

Seeing that everything was in order and noticing the late hour, Cecilia turned to leave. But as she was heading «

to Martha's room to update her on Nathaniel’s arrival, a sudden loud bang echoed from downstairs.

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