When Her Death Couldn't Break Him novel Chapter 308

Chapter 308 A Bitter Homecoming 

By the time Cecilia 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 come along. 

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. 

“Take me there,” Nathaniel instructed, his voice low, looking just like a regular person. 

“Understood.” 

The driver quickly moved to assist him, but Nathaniel refused the help. “Just tell me the 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. “Come in.” 

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. 

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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.” 

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.