Chapter 136: He Keeps Crying For His Parents

Once outside on the balcony, Elliot saw only mountains and trees. He frowned. "He's not imprisoning a child; it's like he's locking away a villain!"

After a short while, he felt unwell but persevered, observing his surroundings. For days, he'd sought escape, but the security was too tight. His frail body couldn't handle even a short run.

He'd been surveying the area when the nanny discovered his absence. Panic filled her. "Eli! Eli, where are you?" She feared the consequences if anything happened to him.

Trembling, she was relieved when Elliot offered her water. "Ma'am, are you tired? Have some water." The nanny, charmed by his thoughtfulness, forgot he was only three or four.

"Eli, thank you, but I'm not thirsty. Please tell me where you're going next time. You scared me!"

"Got it," Elliot nodded seriously. Then, his eyes filled with tears. The nanny was startled. "Eli, what's wrong? Why are you crying?"

Elliot sniffled, "I miss my mommy and daddy. Ma'am, can you call your boss?" Tears streamed down his face, and the nanny couldn't bear it. "All right, I'll contact the butler immediately." She lacked Nathaniel's direct contact.

The estate's network was blocked, so she had to go through security to reach the butler. After leaving Elliot with other nannies, she informed a guard that he was crying and missing his parents. The guard contacted the butler via a special device.

The morning sun shone brightly. Cecilia awoke to find Nathaniel's arm around her. She realized he'd shifted closer during the night. She tried to move away.

"Don't move!" Nathaniel said impatiently, pulling her closer. "Sleep a bit longer." He hadn't slept well recently, not for lack of time, but because he couldn't.

"I don't want to sleep anymore," Cecilia insisted, but his grip was too strong. She closed her eyes.

Nathaniel's phone rang urgently. Fighting his anger, he opened his eyes, holding Cecilia with one arm while reaching for the phone. "What's the matter?"

The butler explained Elliot's situation. "I got it," Nathaniel said, ending the call. I should make a rule about no calls before nine.

"Can I get up now?" Cecilia asked.

Nathaniel, though wanting to sleep longer, released her, thinking of Elliot. "Fine. I'll be out later on business." He rose languidly.

While he dressed, Cecilia said, "Can we talk? Please don't hold me while we sleep. Let's set some ground rules. This isn't fair."

Cecilia, having researched male psychology since returning home, believed playing hard to get was the best approach. Nathaniel regarded her with half-closed eyes. She hid under the covers, her dark hair creating a seductive veil.

"What kind of fairness are you seeking?"

"I'll draft an agreement when you return," Cecilia replied.