When Her Death Couldn't Break Him (Cecilia and Nathaniel) novel Chapter 2016

Chelsea returned to the table, feigning nonchalance as she said, “Forget him. If he doesn’t know what’s good for him, we’ll drink by ourselves.”

Just then, a few good-looking waiters hurried over, all smiles and eagerness.

“Ms. Rainsworth, since Jason refused to drink with you ladies, we’d be honored to keep you company. What do you say?”

Chelsea swept them with a cool glance and waved them off. “Not a chance. I’m in no mood to be entertained tonight. Move along.”

The waiters withdrew, their faces burning in embarrassment.

They simply couldn’t figure it out. What did Jason have that they didn’t? Why would Chelsea choose him over them?

In the employee break room, they found Jason washing glasses and immediately began to taunt him.

“What a phony saint, acting all pure while you’re really itching to latch on to her fortune.”

“Never thought a guy could be so calculating. You caught Ms. Rainsworth’s eye on purpose, didn’t you?”

“Trust me, that trick might work for a minute. Once she thinks it over, you’re toast.”

“Yeah, you’ll be the one crying then.”

They took turns sneering at him.

Jason kept his head down, performing his duties and ignoring every barb.

Bored by his silence, they finally shut up and went off to chase other customers.

Meanwhile, outside, Chelsea suddenly discovered that drinking no longer interested her.

Cecilia still had to hurry back to the hospital to spend time with Queenie, so the friends drank only a little before saying their goodbyes.

Chelsea watched Cecilia and Charlotte leave first, then headed out last herself.

She was about to call her driver when she spotted Jason, just off shift, stepping onto the sidewalk.

“It’s just one drink. You’re overthinking it,” Chelsea frowned, trying to explain.

Honestly, I’m not that kind of woman.

Jason looked at her solemnly. “From where I stand, there’s no difference.”

Chelsea could hardly believe someone could be this old-fashioned in this day and age; she was genuinely astonished.

Unwilling to yield, she lifted her hand.

Jason’s brow twitched. He thought she was about to slap him, but her fingers suddenly pinched his cheeks.

“Let me see what makes you so different.”

She was, in fact, slightly tipsy. If she were sober, she would never have dared to do something like this.

Jason went rigid. His cheeks flushed bright red.