When Her "Death" Couldn't Break Him Novel

Chapter 109 Eli Has Been Taken

Nathaniel was no longer in the mood to continue eating, absolutely fed up with Cecilia’s attitude.

How had I not noticed how glib she was in the past?

Outside, the sky gradually darkened, and oppressive clouds loomed overhead. Following a startling clap of thunder, a bolt of lightning streaked across the sky.

Upon checking her phone, Cecilia realized that it was already eight at night.

Usually, she would call Martha and check on how Jonathan was doing at this time.

Suddenly, a towering figure blocked the light before her. Unbeknownst to her, Nathaniel had. somehow come to stand behind her.

“What are you looking at?”

Immediately, Cecilia put her phone away and turned back to look at him.

The man’s complexion had improved significantly. Despite it all, his eyes remained sharp and piercing.

“You’re full, yes? Can I go back now?”

“Are you in such a rush to go back because Calvin contacted you?” Nathaniel asked, his tone calm. and unhurried.

Cecilia sensed an underlying meaning in his words. “What are you trying to say?”

His remarks are oddly peculiar today, what with the constant mentions of Calvin.Copyright Nôv/el/Dra/ma.Org.

At just that moment, Cecilia’s phone rang.

She glanced at it, and sure enough, it was a call from Calvin.

She felt somewhat panicked.

Conversely, Nathaniel remained perfectly composed.

“I’ll give you five minutes. Come back immediately once you finish your call.”

Upon hearing that, Cecilia immediately walked out of the mansion with her phone in hand. It was only when she was sure that there was no one around and no surveillance cameras that she dared to answer the call.

“Hello”

“Eli has been taken by Nathaniel’s men, Ceci.”

Calvin’s words hit Cecilia like a bolt of lightning, echoing in her ears. Finally, she understood the meaning behind Nathaniel’s words earlier..

“What do you mean? How could that have happened? When did Nathaniel find out about Eli? And does he know about Eli’s identity? Oh yes, Jon! How is Jon doing now?”

She fell apart completely.

It was too sudden, for she hadn’t expected Nathaniel to discover Elliot so quickly.

“Don’t worry for now. I’ll come back immediately once I’ve sorted things out here. You need to stay calm right now. Nathaniel probably doesn’t know about Eli’s true identity yet. Even if he does find out that the child is his, he would never harm his blood and flesh. Don’t be afraid.”

However, Cecilia just couldn’t calm down.

Large droplets of rain pelted her face outside.

Even when she hung up the phone, her body was still trembling.

Only after standing in the rain for a long while did she finally regain her composure.

She then headed back to the mansion.

Nathaniel stood a near distance away, his figure tall and lean, with a glass of wine in his long and slender hand.

“Didn’t I say five minutes?”

He looked at Cecilia, only to notice that she was completely drenched and appeared as though. she had lost her soul.

Without a doubt, Calvin must have informed her about her child being in my hands.

Downing the wine in his hand in one go, he set the glass down and snagged a towel before walking over to her.

“You didn’t even know to take shelter from the rain? How on earth did you manage to survive abroad all these years?”

His eyes were dark and indecipherable. As he spoke, he toweled her hair.

Even he himself found it hard to believe his own actions.

Yet, he had done just that.

Cecilia’s face was pale, and her hands by her sides clenched slightly. “Where did you take my Nathaniel’s thin lips parted a fraction. “A very safe place.”

Cecilia broke down completely, her eyes welling up with tears. “Give him back to me!”

Nathaniel’s hands stilled briefly.

“Before I give him back to you, there’s a question I’d like to ask you.

There was a lump in his throat, and his eyes reddened at the corners. “Is Elliot Reese really your child with Calvin?”

Elliot Reese?

Cecilia was inexorably surprised.

While she was still lost, Nathaniel continued, “Never mind. You don’t have to answer that.”

He leaned over and brought his lips to her ear, his devilishly handsome face blanketed with a layer of frost at that moment.

“You remember who I am now, don’t you. Ms. Smith?”

Cecilia didn’t answer that.

Tossing the towel onto the floor, Nathaniel seized her wrist with a large hand and headed upstairs while dragging her along.

“What are you doing?” Cecilia panicked.

Upon arriving at the bedroom she used to occupy, Nathaniel pushed open the door with his free hand.

At once, a striking black and white photograph and an urn came into sight.