When Her Death Couldn't Break Him novel Chapter 411

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.”