Chapter 569 I Want To Have Dinner With You


    In response, Ceciliaughed.


    Ceciliaughed. “Trading my life for yours seems like a fair deal, Mdm. Queenie.”


    Queenie hadn’t expected her to be so bold.


    “Isn’t your child perfectly fine now, Cecilia? If something were to happen to you, who would take care of him?” She wasn’t afraid of death since she had already experienced it once.


    But she didn’t want to die just yet, wanting to look for the daughter whom she had never met. Cecilia’s grip tightened on the dagger, upon which the tip of it pierced Queenie’s skin.


    “The child belongs to the Rainsworth family, so they will take care of him. My death wouldn’t affect him in the slightest,” she replied unhurriedly.


    Sweat beaded on Queenie’s forehead from the intense pain.


    She hadn’t expected the woman before her to daree and seek revenge all by herself.


    Cecilia wasn’t genuinely after her life, for she still had to take care of Jonathan and Elliot. But as a mother, she had to ensure her children’s safety.


    She pulled the dagger out.


    “I’m teaching you a lesson here, Mdm. Queenie. It’s fine for you to protect your daughter, but you shouldn’t haveid a hand on my son. If it happens again next time, I will certainly not spare you, for I’m a person who can give up everything‘


    After issuing that warning, she tossed the dagger into a nearby trash can and quickly left.


    Queenie had not been threatened by anyone in a long time. She ced her hand on her lower abdomen, looking at the blood on her palm with a chill in her eyes.


    At that moment, she was certain that her daughter was no match for Cecilia.


    While Cassandra was also ruthless, she was afraid of death.


    Conversely, Cecilia had no such fear at all. If she were backed into a corner, it would lead to mutual destruction.


    In the car, Sven witnessed the entire scene that had just unfolded.


    He had always thought of Cecilia as a meek woman. That was the first time he discovered that she was so bold.


    After all, Queenie’s professional bodyguards were all highly trained. If she were caught, her end would be far from pleasant.


    At longst, Cecilia had gotten her revenge. She climbed back into the car.Còntens bel0ngs to N?(v)elDr/a/ma.Org


    Sven then started the car.


    On the way back, Cecilia received a phone call from Nathaniel.


    “Where are you?” Nathaniel was still at work when he heard Mason mentioning that it was Valentine’s Day.


    “I’m outside, but I’ll be home soon,” Cecilia answered.


    Outside?


    Instinctively, Nathaniel thought that she had gone a date with Eric again.


    It’s Valentine’s Day today!


    “Send me your location. I’ll go and pick you up right away.”


    “No, it’s okay. Sven will drive me home.”


    Back then, it was Eric. And now, there’s Sven…


    Nathaniel had Mason locate Cecilia’s phone directly. At a nce, he saw that she was nearby.


    Mason once again took on the role of a driver. “Mr. Rainsworth, you agreed that I could go home. once we’ve found Mrs. Rainsworth, right?”


    “Yeah.”


    Following that, Mason sped up.


    Nathaniel texted Cecilia, instructing her to stay put because he was looking for her for something urgent.


    Left with no other choice, Cecilia had Sven return first while she got out of the car and waited. outside a shop.


    Before long, Nathaniel’s car arrived. Mason especially nced around and ascertained that there were no other men around.


    Nathaniel stepped out of the car. Mason said to Cecilia, “Mrs. Rainsworth, I’m leaving Mr. Rainsworth in your care. I have some other matters to attend to, so I’ll be getting off work first.”


    I still have to go back and spend time with my girlfriend.


    Somewhat bewildered, Cecilia turned to look at Nathaniel beside her.


    “You mentioned something important. What is it?”


    “Today’s Valentine’s Day, so I want to have dinner with you in private,” Nathaniel stated.


    Valentine’s Day?


    In the past, Cecilia had never celebrated that asion or paid much attention to it. She gazed at the love–shaped decorations hanging in a nearby shop in a bted realization. “Oh, don’t bother. There’s really nothing special about celebrating such an asion.”


    It was something she couldn’t obtain in the past, and it didn’t seem that significant anymore..