<strong>Chapter 267 My First Time</strong>


    Cecilia had initially thought Nathaniel wouldn’t stay for long and would eventually leave on hist own. To her surprise, in the following days, he established a branchpany in Moontown- right near where she lived.


    One had to admit, Nathaniel was a business prodigy. He thrived wherever he went, quickly acquainting himself with the city’s affluent individuals one by one.


    Every morning, Cecilia received a bouquet of flowers along with an expensive gift. But each time, she tossed them into the trash.


    Then, Nathaniel shocked everyone by purchasing the entire area where Cecilia lived and moving into the house next door. Now, whenever they stood on their balconies, they could see each other.


    One day, as Cecilia wasposing music on her open–air balcony, she noticed Nathaniel standing on his.


    “If you enjoy living here, we can make this our permanent home,” Nathaniel stated solemnly.This is from N?velDrama.Org.


    Cecilia didn’t respond. She picked up her sheet music and went straight back to her room.


    Meanwhile, Mason had just arrived with a crew to renovate the house. Seeing Nathaniel standing alone on the balcony, constantly gazing at Cecilia’s house, he knew his boss was longing to see her.


    “Mr. Rainsworth, the house next door is yours now. If you want to see Mrs. Rainsworth, you can. go over anytime,” Mason suggested.


    After confirming Nathaniel’s intentions, Mason had already begun referring to Cecilia differently.


    Cecilia had been renting the house she was living in. Mason had just received the keys to it today, which he handed over to Nathaniel.


    Nathaniel took the keys, nced at them for a moment, and then asked, “How are things back home?”


    “The elders at thepany have been suppressed, but Adrian and his wife, Miranda, are still making moves behind the scenes,” Mason reported.


    Nathaniel dismissed the concern with disdain. “Don’t bother about them.”


    To him, Adrian and Miranda were hardly a challenge.


    Mason nodded.


    “And Nichs?”


    After a brief hesitation, Mason replied, “I’m not sure. Since you left Tud, Nichs also left the Rainsworth Manor. No one knows where he is now.”


    A glint of concern shed across Nathaniel’s eyes. He wasn’t worried about Adrian and Miranda, but his own younger brother was a different matter.


    “Find out where he is.”


    “Understood.”


    Nathaniel initially wanted to light a cigarette, but he restrained himself when he remembered how Cecilia had reacted to the smell a few days ago. She had seemed nauseated, almost on the verge of vomiting.


    “She shouldn’t still be mad, right?” Nathaniel asked Mason, his tone serious.


    Mason was taken aback, unsure of how to respond.


    How would I know if Cecilia was still angry? Given how Mr. Rainsworth had treated her in the past, it isn’t something that could be mended in just a few days of gift–giving.


    Mason didn’t respond, and Nathaniel took his silence as confirmation.


    After what felt like an eternity, night finally fell. Seeing that the lights were off at Cecilia’s ce, Nathaniel decided not to use the keys. Instead, he simply climbed over the balcony to get in.


    Cecilia had trouble sleeping soundly. Being pregnant, coupled with the stress of being away from home and missing Elliot and Jonathan, often led to nightmares.


    Suddenly, she felt arge hand pulling her into an embrace, holding her tightly.


    Cecilia, a light sleeper, was startled awake. “Who’s there!”


    She opened her eyes, but in the pitch–dark room, she couldn’t see who it was. Without hesitation, she bit down on the man’s hand.


    Nathaniel’s brow furrowed slightly, but he didn’t release his grip. In a hushed tone, he said, “It’s me.”


    Upon hearing his familiar voice, the tension in Cecilia’s mind eased slightly, “Nathaniel, how did you get in here? Get out!”


    Nathaniel, having finally reached her, had no intention of leaving. “Can you please stop being upset?” he asked.


    “I’ve told you many times, I’m not throwing a tantrum,” Cecilia replied coldly, ring at him.


    Nathaniel’s hand, still holding her tightly despite the bite, ached, but the pain in his chest was far worse. “This is my first time being someone’s husband.”


    It’s also the first time I truly liked someone.