<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Chapter 1275 Treat Me</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">“I’m feeling much better now. I’ll be heading to the preschool shortly,” Elliot responded.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Cecilia expressed her concerns for him, saying, “Why don’t you take a couple more days to rest at home after being discharged from the hospital? I will keep youpany. You can go back to school after a while.”</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Elliot, however, shook his head. “No. I can’t. I’ve already promised the kids at the preschool that I’d draw their portraits today.”</font></font>Published by N?v''elD/rama.Org.
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">His artwork was particrly captivating, and the children were all fond of Elliot.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Cecilia was about to say something, but Nathaniel interjected, “If the child wants to go, let him. The doctor has mentioned that his condition has stabilized. There’s nothing to worry about. If you’re still worried, I’ll get someone to watch over him.”</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Hearing Nathaniel’s words and seeing Elliot’s pleading eyes, Cecilia had no choice but topromise.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">“All right. If you’re feeling unwell at any point, let your teacher know.”</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">“Okay.”</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">After making their decision, Cecilia and Nathaniel had breakfast together there before sending Elliot to the preschool.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Upon reaching the preschool, Elliot was about to get out of the car when he turned to his parents with a serious expression. “Mommy and Daddy, you must promise to get along. No fighting, okay?”</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">“Okay.” Cecilia realized that not only was Jonathan fond of nagging, but Elliot was too.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">“All right. That puts me at ease. Daddy, you also need to take good care of my mommy,” Elliot added.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">“All right.”</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Nathaniel nodded in agreement.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Only then did Elliot leave, feeling at ease.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Cecilia watched the child enter the school grounds, her gaze lingering even after she could no longer see Elliot’s small figure. Despite his disappearance from view, she continued to stare in the same direction.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Nathaniel, who was standing beside her, couldn’t help but ask, “Shall we go to your office?”</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Upon hearing him speak, Cecilia snapped back to reality.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">“All right.”</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">She then gave Nathaniel the address.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">On the way there, Nathaniel instructed the driver to follow the navigation. He couldn’t hel there anything at thepany that needs my assistance recently?”</font></font>
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<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Cecilia shook her head. “No. Everything is proceeding in an orderly manner.”</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">After responding, she couldn’t help but ask Nathaniel, How’s yourpany doing? Is it running well?”</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">She understood that Nathaniel’spany at that time was probably not doing well. To avoid discouraging him, she refrained from asking for details.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">“It’s doing quite well. If you’re interested, you could go take a look,” Nathaniel suggested, his gaze filled with anticipation as he watched her.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">“No, I’m quite busy. Didn’t you hand over Evans Group to me before? I n to go check it out this afternoon.” Cecilia said.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Nathaniel couldn’t help but feel deste.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">“All right, then. If you need any help, just let me know.</font></font>
“Okay.” Cecilia nodded repeatedly, but deep down, she had no intention of seeking Nathaniel’s help.
She still preferred to rely on herself for everything.
However, looking at Nathaniel, Cecilia said, “Thank you for handling the online public opinion issue this time.”
She had also seen Nathaniel’s Twitter post and was certain that he had lent a helping hand behind the scenes.
Otherwise, the issue wouldn’t have been resolved so quickly. Given her own abilities, confronting the Jamieson family was still too overwhelming.
“You’re my wife. It’s only right that I help you.” Nathaniel was not fond of her being so formal with him.
Cecilia couldn’t help but chuckle. “That doesn’t mean I shouldn’t show gratitude. We should always give thanks when it’s due.”
Nathaniel felt a bit helpless. “So, are you also going to treat me to a meal?”
Also? What does that mean? Cecilia was somewhat perplexed, but she still agreed, saying, “Of course. You can
choose where we eat.”
“I want to eat the food you cook,” Nathaniel said solemnly.
He hadn’t tasted the meals made by Cecilia in a long while. He didn’t appreciate it back then, and he regretted it.
“All right. Sure,” Cecilia readily agreed.
Nathaniel’s throat tightened slightly as he watched her face light up with a brilliant smile. He had a strong urge to caress her face and lean in for a kiss.
However, Nathaniel held back, not wanting to disrupt the current atmosphere between them.
The car soon arrived at the entran