When Her "Death" Couldn't Break Him Novel

Chapter 411 I Am Not Nicholas

The expression on Nathaniel’s face didn’t soften much, even as the moments passed. In an attempt to break the awkward silence between them, Cecilia asked. “Weren’t you supposed to be at work today?”

Nathaniel’s already handsome face darkened further, his displeasure clearly growing. He hadn’t even left the house that day–what work was he supposed to be doing?

“There was no need to work today,” he replied curtly.

“All right then, make sure you get some rest,” Cecilia said as she began to rise from her seat.

But Nathaniel quickly stepped in front of her, blocking her path. “Is that all you have to say?” he asked, his tone more demanding than before.

Cecilia’s mind drifted back to the events of the previous night. She sighed and said, “Enough, I have work to do now.”

As she turned to leave the room, Nathaniel suddenly pulled her back into his embrace, holding her firmly against him. His Adam’s apple bobbed slightly as he spoke in a low, intense voice, “Cecilia, you need to remember–I’m not Nicholas, and I could never become someone like him.”

Startled by his words, Cecilia looked up at him, her eyes wide with surprise. “Did you remember something?”

“No,” he replied, his hand falling onto her face. He began to caress her skin gently, as if trying to imprint the sensation in his memory. “I don’t like it when you mistake me for someone else.”

Cecilia averted her gaze, trying to deflect the intensity of his words. “I didn’t mean to… it was just a slip of the tongue,” she murmured.

“Is that so? It better be,” Nathaniel responded, his voice carrying a clear edge.

Before Cecilia could fully process his sudden harshness, Nathaniel’s phone rang, breaking the tension. While he was occupied with the call, Cecilia quickly took the opportunity to slip out of his arms and left the room.

She immediately headed to the music room, shutting the door behind her to focus on

composing. Meanwhile, Nathaniel’s heart felt oddly hollow as he answered his phone, his mood. clearly soured.

“What’s the matter?” he asked curtly.

“Mr. Rainsworth, there’s been some suspicious activity around your residence recently,” the bodyguard reported. “Today, we managed to catch one of them. After some pressure, he confessed that he was sent by Mdm. Elena.”

Nathaniel’s eyes narrowed slightly, his mind already racing. “Did he say what he was supposed to do?”

“It seemed like he was there to keep an eye on a child.”

On a child… Only Jon is around now. Why is she so focused on watching his every move?

After a moment of contemplation, Nathaniel gave a decisive order to the person on the other end. of the line, “Take him back to the Rainsworth residence.”

“Understood.”

At the Rainsworth residence, a wounded man was roughly thrown in front of Elena, disrupting her as she arranged a bouquet. She glanced at the scene unfolding before her, a flicker of coldness flashing in her eyes.

“Were we found out already? Did you manage to get the hair I asked for?” she inquired, her tone sharp.

The injured man shook his head in fear. “I didn’t get the chance yet.”

“You’re utterly useless,” Elena snapped, tossing the scissors she had been holding onto the ground. in frustration.

The man trembled under her gaze. “Mr. Nathaniel wanted me to inform you not to send anyone. over there again, or else… or else…”

“Or else what?” Elena demanded, her expression turning icy.

“Or he’ll

whisper.

turn his back on his own family,” the man stammered, his voice barely above a

Elena’s face darkened instantly. “Get out,” she ordered, her voice cold as ice.

Once everyone had left, a sense of unease crept over her. After the last time she had seen Cecilia. and the child, Elena had been discreetly having people keep an eye on Cecilia’s residence.

She had recently discovered that Jonathan had been staying with Cecilia for several consecutive days, only to move in with Vivian shortly afterward. This piqued her curiosity even further.

Initially, she had intended to investigate whether Jonathan and Cecilia were blood–related, but she had been unable to collect either of their hair or blood samples to confirm her suspicions.

“Mrs. Rainsworth, there’s no need to distress yourself,” the secretary suggested, trying to calm her down. “Now that Mr. Nicholas is in charge of the company, perhaps we could consider bringing back Mr. Nathaniel and Ms. Smith to live with us. In time, certain truths will inevitably come to light.”

“I’ve always wanted to bring Nathaniel back, but he’s unwilling.” Elena sighed, her voice heavy with frustration. “And Cecilia… she’s not as easy to handle as she used to be.”

After speaking, another thought crossed her mind. “Who would have thought that Cassandra took the melody from last time? I wonder how her blind date with Nicholas went?”

biological mother, Queenie, seemed like a suitable match for her son.

“Mr. Nicholas said it’s fine, everything is up to your arrangement,” the secretary replied, trying to reassure her.

Elena let out a slight sigh of relief. “If only Nathaniel were as obedient as Nicholas, I wouldn’t have to worry so much.”

“Mr. Nathaniel will come to understand your hardships eventually,” the secretary offered.

“Hopefully so,” Elena said, her tone softening a bit. “We still need to find a solution for the situation with Jonathan.”

“Yes.”