When Her "Death" Couldn't Break Him

Chapter 43 Tampering The Wine

She slipped the drug into the red wine, then, dressed in a seductive, semi–revealing nightgown, Cecilia approached Nathaniel and poured him a glass.

“Here you go.”

Nathaniel observed her every move, delicately taking the wine glass from her. However, he didn’t drink it; instead, he spoke up without being prompted.

“You were ten when you returned from the village to Tudela, that was our first encounter.”

Cecilia paused, taken aback that Nathaniel actually remembered their first encounter.

She didn’t show any signs of oddness, instead, she pushed the wine toward him once more.Content rights by NôvelDr//ama.Org.

Unexpectedly, Nathaniel pushed the wine back to her, his words leaving no room for argument. “You drink first!”

Gazing at the wine before her, which had been tampered with, Cecilia didn’t hesitate as she picked up the glass and downed it.

The liquor slid down her throat, its taste both bitter and spicy.

Cecilia knew that if she didn’t drink, Nathaniel would certainly become suspicious.

Nathaniel, having spent so many years immersed in the world of business, would have noticed something was off if she showed even the slightest weakness.

Cecilia poured another glass of wine, setting it before Nathaniel.

“Mr. Rainsworth, it’s your turn now.”

Nathaniel picked up the wine glass, giving it a gentle swirl. Yet, he did not drink.

He looked at Cecilia in a calm and composed manner. “No rush, let me help you reminisce first.”

Reminisce?

How could they possibly reminisce about decades of memories in an instant?

Cecilia furrowed her brows.

Despite the air conditioning running in the room, a fine layer of sweat had formed on her forehead.

She clenched her palm tightly, forcing herself to stay alert. Her amber eyes locked onto Nathaniel’s, her breath coming out as delicately as silk.

“There will be plenty of time for reminiscing later. Given how late it is, don’t you want to do something else?”

As she spoke, Cecilia picked up the wine glass and presented it to Nathaniel.

She wasn’t sure if this would work.

But she didn’t want to lose the hard–earned opportunity.

In Nathaniel’s deep, icy–black eyes, Cecilia’s present reflection brought to mind a memory from four years ago, when she had secretly been with Calvin.

He suddenly seized Cecilia’s wrist, closing in on her. “Is this how you seduced Calvin as well?”

Cecilia was taken aback.

Nathaniel’s words, cold as ice, cut like a knife. “Did he reject you? Is that why you came back to me? What do you take me for?”

Bang!

The wine glass slipped from her hand, spilling red wine all over the floor.

Nathaniel roughly shook off Cecilia. Before leaving, he couldn’t resist mocking her. “You’re really filthy!”

At that moment, Cecilia was burning up all over, but the tight grip of her left hand kept her conscious.

The words spoken by Nathaniel reverberated in her mind, prompting a bitter smile.

Filthy? Who could compare to him when it comes to filth?

Even though it was clear there was no love between them, they had still insisted on it back then.

And now, he was pretending to be aloof!

Not long after Nathaniel left, the effects of the drug began to take hold. Cecilia rushed to the bathroom and turned the cold water on full blast.

Standing under the cold water, she scratched herself harshly, tormented. She didn’t stop until her arms bled, yet she still couldn’t manage to calm herself down.

She had rushed into things this time around.

In the living room, the urgent ring of the telephone echoed. However, Cecilia couldn’t hear it. She was washing herself repeatedly, trying to cool down and regain her composure.

Half an hour later, the mansion’s door was forced open from the outside.

A man donned in a black uniform, with a stern face and a sturdy build, pushed open the bathroom door.