Chapter 264 He Found Her

Nathaniel stood in the doorway, staring at the all-too-familiar figure inside. It had only been two weeks since he last saw her, but it felt like an eternity. The bodyguards stood guard outside.

Nathaniel entered, and the air in the room seemed to thicken.

“I thought I made myself clear,” Cecilia began.

Nathaniel, backlit, was difficult to read. He remained silent, his gaze unwavering.

Cecilia, unused to his intensity, took a step back. “You’ve received the money from Mr. Jenkins, right? We’re done,” she said.

Nathaniel remained silent, his eyes fixed on her. He slowly raised a hand, intending to touch her shoulder, but she stepped away.

Cecilia took a deep breath. “What do you want?”

Nathaniel’s hand froze. His voice was calm but firm. “I want you to come home with me.”

“Go home?” Cecilia laughed bitterly. “What home? Daltonia Villa? That was never my home.”

The words, once his, now echoed back, piercing him deeply. He hadn’t imagined Cecilia could hurt him so profoundly.

“We’re not divorced yet!” he said.

“We’re just a couple in name,” Cecilia retorted.

A heavy weight pressed on Nathaniel’s chest. He grasped her shoulder, his gaze intense. “What do you mean ‘a couple in name’? Just last month, you were in my bed! Do you want me to remind you of the sounds you made?”

Smack!

Cecilia slapped him. Her face flushed with anger. “Mr. Rainsworth, you’re the CEO of a corporation. Surely you understand the concept of acting and parting on good terms?”

Acting… Was that all it was to her?

Nathaniel’s cheek stung, but the inner pain was far worse. He felt betrayed, abandoned. His voice dropped, pleading. “Are you still upset about the past? I didn’t love Stella. I only cared for her because she saved my mother. I… I promise it won’t happen again.”

He felt utterly insignificant. But Cecilia’s eyes remained cold, unmoved. Some wounds, she knew, never healed. She remembered his coldness, his cruelty, the unreturned love. The weight of it all made her distrustful of men and love itself.

“I don’t need it. All I want is for you to leave,” Cecilia said.

Nathaniel’s grip tightened, his eyes burning. “You want me to leave? That’s not going to happen!”

He moved closer, wanting to comfort her, to apologize, but he didn't know how. Even the words “I think I’m falling for you” felt too risky.

He lowered his head, intending to kiss her.

“Let go of me!” Cecilia struggled.

Outside, chaos erupted. Someone burst in and punched Nathaniel, splitting his lip. He looked up—it was Calvin. The dignified gentleman was gone, replaced by a furious attacker. Soon, the two were locked in a fierce fight.