<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Chapter 1281 An Obedient Child</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">“I’m telling you, don’t even think about sharing today’s events with your wife when you get home. If she finds out, she’ll start picking up a trick or two from Mr. Rainsworth.”</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">The others nodded in agreement.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">However, a high–ranking female executive acted entirely differently. Even before she went home, she gave her husband a call.</font></font>Material ? of N?velDrama.Org.
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">“Are you noting home again today? Do you have any idea that even our boss, the CEO of a conglomerate, isn’t as busy as you? He always makes it a point to rush home and have dinner with his wife, acting like a well–behaved child in her presence.”</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">The woman’s voice could clearly be heard by everyone</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Just before leaving thepany, Nathaniel happened to overhear it, causing him to slightly furrow his brows.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">He turned to Mason and asked, “Do I seem like an obedient child to you?”</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Mason wasn’t a fool. “Of course not. Don’t be upset. Women just have a ir for the dramatic.”</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Only then did Nathaniel’s feel somewhat at ease.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Once he got into the car, he urged the driver to speed up.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">After an incredibly busy day, he closed his eyes, feeling somewhat weary, and pinched the bridge of his nose.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Back at the Smith residence, Cecilia cooked while everyone helped, so there was no need for the chef that day.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">When Nathaniel returned, he found the kitchen bustling with activity.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Elliot had also returned. “Sc*mbag daddy, you’re finally back.”</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">He swiftly hug Nathaniel’s thigh.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Nathaniel bent down and picked him up, carrying him into the kitchen.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Due to the domineering air Nathaniel exuded, Lucille and Charlotte felt awkward as they stood in the kitchen.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">“Ceci, we’re done here. We’ll go outside to prepare the fruits,” Lucille said.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Without giving it much thought, Cecilia responded, “Alright.”</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">The two swiftly exited the kitchen, briefly greeting Nathaniel on their way out.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Nathaniel, cradling Elliot, entered the kitchen. “Is there anything I can help with?”</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">After a moment of thought, Cecilia said, “We gave the chef and housekeeper the day off. Could you help with the dishester?”</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Without a moment’s hesitation, Nathaniel agreed, “Alright.”</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Cecilia enjoyed cooking but detested washing dishes. Unexpectedly, Nathaniel was actually willing to do it.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">“In that case, you guys should wait outside. It won’t be long before dinner is ready.”</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">“It’s okay. I’ll stay here with you.” At that moment, all Nathaniel wanted was to spend more time with Cecilia.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Upon hearing this, Elliot promptly responded, “Mommy, I stay here with you too.”</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">“Alright then.”</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Cecelia had no choice but to agree.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Outside, Lucille and Charlotte were washing fruits, asionally ncing toward the kitchen.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Lucille couldn’t help butment, “I don’t know why, but I feel so stressed when Nathaniel is standing next to me.”</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">“I feel the same way,” Charlotte concurred.</font></font>
“How on earth does she manage to stay by his side? If it were me, I would have struggled to get along with someone like that,” Lucille remarked casually.
The man she fancied was either gentle or eloquent, capable of making others feelfortable.
Though Nathaniel was undeniably handsome, his presence was intimidating. Standing in front of him, one couldn’t help but feel as if they were before a stern corporate boss, prompting an instinctive desire to keep as much distance as possible. His aura struck fear in everyone who was in his presence.
After some thought, Charlotte said, “Perhaps it’s because of his good looks and wealth. Wasn’t he the boss of Orion Corporation before? He single–handedly built it up to what it is now.”
“I guess so.”
As the two were engrossed in their conversation, dishes were served one after another.
“Sven.” Lucille spotted Sven approaching and gestured for him toe over.
In the kitchen, Nathaniel’s gaze involuntarily fell upon the scene, the depth of his eyes revealing an indescribable emotion.
Sven was not your typical bodyguard. The aura he exuded when he walked in was anything but ordinary.
Nathaniel had allowed Mason to investigate him, only to find out that his real name wasn’t Sven at all.