When Her "Death" Couldn't Break Him

Chapter 63 I Will Make You Remember

He really does know how to hit where it hurts. Perhaps this is what true ruthlessness feels like.

Cecilia tightly pursed her lips, oblivious to the pain throbbing in her palms.

The once–thriving Smith Corporation, under the leadership of her younger brother, Magnus, had indeed suffered continuous losses. However, at least it still existed.

But now, even the final memory her father left her was gone.

Cecilia understood that all of Nathaniel’s actions were driven by a desire for revenge against

her.

She gazed upon the land that had now turned into a wasteland. Her throat tightened, and she was almost on the verge of shedding tears.

“Survival of the fittest. You’re the CEO of Rainsworth Group, so your word is law.”

She didn’t realize her voice had gone hoarse.

Nathaniel was surprised to see that, even at this stage, Cecilia was still unwilling to admit that she had not lost her memory.

He had assumed that after witnessing the scene before her, Cecilia would confront him, would cry or make a scene. But nothing of that sort happened.

Once upon a time, when Cecilia looked at him, there was a light in her eyes, not like now, where they were as calm and still as a dead sea.

Nathaniel felt a deep ache in his heart. His slender hand firmly gripped her chin as he said, “Even you were sold to me by the Smith family! You think simply saying you’ve forgotten erases everything? Unless I’m dead, don’t even think about marrying someone else in this lifetime!”

His eyes were bloodshot, and he was completely devoid of any rationality.

Cecilia’s pale lips parted slightly. “But you don’t exist in my memory. The wife you want is already dead!”

Cecilia’s words thoroughly infuriated Nathaniel,

“If you’ve forgotten, then you have to remember! Even if you die, you must come back to life for me!”

As he spoke, Nathaniel seemed to have lost his mind. Ignoring Cecilia’s resistance, he lunged

at her.

“Nathaniel, what are you trying to do? Let go of the now, or I’ll accuse you of kidnapping!”

Nathaniel didn’t pay any attention to Cecilia’s protests; he simply tore open her collarThis is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

without a word.

“I thought you’d forgotten about me? Let me help jog your memory then!”

With that, he fiercely bit down on Cecilia’s red lips.

“Mmph! Natha–mmph!”

At that moment, the urgent ringing of a phone echoed.

It was Elena.

Only then did Nathaniel let her go to answer the phone.

“Are you coming yet, Nathaniel? Hurry up; everyone’s waiting for you!”

That evening, Nathaniel’s parents had organized a dinner party at the First World Hotel. It was in celebration of Easter Day, and they had invited quite a number of social elites.

The moment Nathaniel released her, Cecilia promptly got out of the car.

“Mr. Rainsworth, if there’s nothing else, I’ll be heading back now.”

She was afraid that Nathaniel would do something drastic, so she hastily fled from that place.

Nathaniel was still on the phone, watching the woman’s retreating figure as she fled in disarray. His mind was filled with her words from earlier, his eyes rimmed with red.

Cecilia, unless I die, there’s no escaping me!

Meanwhile, at the First World Hotel.

Jonathan, hidden under a baseball cap and mask, stood at the entrance of the hotel as he stared at the luxurious Bugatti parked nearby.

After Zachary stepped out of the car, Jonathan’s bright eyes were shrouded with a layer of frost, making him appear like a mini version of Nathaniel.

“Don’t blame me for this since you dared to bully my mommy!”

After Zachary entered the hotel, Jonathan followed him in.

The waitress stopped him, gently chiding, “Little one, you can’t play here, okay?”

Jonathan looked up at her, his voice soft and sweet as he replied, “Miss, I came here with my daddy. He’s inside.”

Upon hearing this, the waitress glanced at the expensive attire adorning the young boy and didn’t doubt his words.

“Shall I take you to your daddy?”

As the waitress reached out to take Jonathan’s hand, he subtly dodged her, saying, “No need, but thank you, miss.”

After he finished speaking, he jogged inside.

The waitress felt a pang of disappointment but couldn’t help but marvel at the sight of such an adorable child.

“There are so many unruly kids around these days; it’s becoming increasingly rare to find one as polite and well–bred as him.”

Not long after Jonathan left, Nathaniel also arrived.