When Her "Death" Couldn't Break Him

Chapter 49 A Close Call

Nathaniel typed: Understood.

Upon seeing him finally set aside his work, Stella couldn’t help but ask, “Is Mdm. Elena urging us?”

Nathaniel slightly parted his thin lips, a hint of impatience in his voice. “No.”

Stella had wanted to ask what was going on but before she could she noticed that Nathaniel’s gaze had shifted to the window.

Cars were passing by the entrance of the Golden Moon Hotel, outside the dazzling building, two figures got out from a Bentley.Please check at N/ôvel(D)rama.Org.

Nathaniel’s gaze unconsciously settled on the small boy. The boy was wearing a cap and a mask, obscuring his features, yet there was an indescribable sense of familiarity.

He watched the two of them enter the hotel.

Nathaniel instructed the driver, “Stop the car.”

Stella was somewhat puzzled. “What’s wrong?”

Nathaniel didn’t respond. Instead, he opened the car door and got out without a backward glance.

Meanwhile, at the Golden Moon Hotel, as soon as Vivian and Jonathan got out of the car, she felt the urge to use the restroom. Thus, she quickly called Cecelia to come down and meet them.

Once Cecelia left her room, she saw Nathaniel, impeccably dressed in a suit, walking toward her.

Sweat broke out on Cecelia’s palms. Instinctively, she wanted to avert her gaze, turn around, and leave.

Nathaniel broke the silence first. “What a coincidence.”

Cecilia had no place to hide. All she could do was pray that Vivian and Jonathan wouldn’t show up at that moment.

“Are you dining here as well, Mr. Rainsworth? I have some matters to attend to, so I’ll be taking my leave,” she responded casually.

Just as she was about to leave, Vivian’s voice echoed, “Ceci!”

A jolt struck Cecelia’s heart.

Since Nathaniel had his back toward the staircase, Vivian and Jonathan only saw Cecelia when they reached the landing, but they didn’t catch a glimpse of Nathaniel’s face.

Hence, Vivian called out to her.

Upon hearing the call, Nathaniel looked over at Vivian and Jonathan.

Though Jonathan wore a mask, his obsidian–like dark eyes always gave Nathaniel a peculiar sense of familiarity.

Suddenly, silence fell.

A chill settled in Vivian’s heart.

Cecelia held her breath, dreading Jonathan would call out to her. Yet, to her surprise, Jonathan started running toward her.

“Hello, Ms. Smith.”

After he had finished speaking, he gently tugged at Vivian’s hand again.

“Mommy, I’m really hungry. Let’s eat with Ms. Smith already,” he pleaded.

Vivian snapped back to reality. “Uh, yeah, let’s go have dinner now. Let’s go, Ceci.”

She took Jonathan’s hand, gave Cecilia a shove, and immediately started to walk away.

“I have a dinner date with my best friend, Mr. Rainsworth, I’ll see you later.”

Cecelia swiftly led them into the room.

The tension in Cecelia’s body finally began to ease once she shut the door.

Nathaniel no longer paid attention to Jonathan.

When he descended the stairs, he had already paid the bill for Cecelia and her friend before he took his leave.

Once she confirmed that Nathaniel had left, Vivian immediately embraced Cecelia, giving her a tight hug. “Ceci, I’m sorry. I didn’t think Nathaniel would be here.”

Cecelia gently patted her shoulder. “It’s okay, I had no idea he would suddenly show up at the hotel either.”

“Thank goodness for Jonathan’s quick thinking, otherwise the consequences would have been unthinkable,” Vivian said, shuddering at the memory of Nathaniel’s intense gaze.

From the side, Jonathan also gently comforted the two.

“Mommy, Ms. Kennedy, don’t worry. I know Mommy needs to appear single in public so that she can find a daddy for me and Elliot.”

Cecilia held him tightly in her arms, her voice choked with emotion. “Sweetie, I’m sorry you had to go through this!”

Sweetie, I’m sorry. I don’t want to keep the truth from you, but I can’t bear the thought of losing you and

Jonathan’s face suddenly flushed. “Mommy, don’t cry!”

As the eldest son, he always carried himself maturely. Rarely did he show his playful side to Cecilia, like Elliot.

Hence, hugs were rare for him.

Unexpectedly, a simple hug brought him such joy.

Wiping away her tears, Cecelia flicked him lightly on the forehead.

“You’re not allowed to make decisions on your own in the future, or you’ll get a tap on your butt.”

A tap on my butt?