When Her Death Couldn't Break Him (Cecilia and Nathaniel) novel Chapter 849

Chapter 849 Yet To Freshen Up
After hearing these words, Nathaniel couldn't help but respond in a cold voice, “They are my sons. Of course, I can be patient with them, and of course, I will treat them well.”

Only then did Cecilia feel at ease and went to look for Jonathan and Elliot.

That night, everyone had retreated to their rooms for some rest. Elliot clung to Nathaniel's thigh, pleading, “Sc*mbag Daddy, you can't go anywhere tonight. Can't the four of us sleep together, please?”

As soon as he finished speaking, everyone around him turned to look.

Before Nathaniel could respond, Jonathan spoke in a frosty tone, “Elliot, are you still a child?”

“Mr. Eric has already set up rooms for us, we'll be sleeping together.”

For some reason, upon hearing Jonathan refer to Elliot as a kid, Vivian couldn't help but chuckle. “Jon, you're the same age as your brother, you know.”

Jonathan gave her a white eye.

At that, Vivian found Jonathan increasingly less endearing.

Tears welled up in Elliot's eyes. “I want to sleep with mom and dad. You're a grown-up, Jon. You should sleep alone.”

Jonathan was infuriated.

“Come over here.”

“I'm not going over there.” Elliot held onto Nathaniel even tighter. “Sc*mbag Daddy, you've got to help me. My brother's going to hit me.”

Even as a child, Nathaniel was as mature as Jonathan, never one to act coy or indulge in such behavior.

He was supposed to despise boys like Elliot who acted coy. But for some reason, he found himself picking up Elliot, saying, “Let's go, I'll sleep with you.”

“Okay.” Elliot's eyes lit up at that.

Jonathan was at a loss for words.

Seeing the situation, all Cecilia could do was to brace herself and follow along.

Silently, Eric watched as the group departed, his expression unchanging. He then arranged for other accommodations.

Now there were two extra rooms, allowing both Mason and Zachary to have a room each.

It was just that Mason had a thick skin; after staying in his room for only a short while, he knocked on Lucille’s door.

Before long, Elliot and Jonathan had fallen asleep on the bed, drifting into their dreams.

The hands that had been clutching both Nathaniel’s and Cecilia’s gradually relaxed their grip.

Noting their state, Cecilia carefully tucked them in with a blanket before heading off to freshen up.

She recalled how hurtful Nathaniel's words had been just a few days ago, and his mention of divorce. She didn't want to assist him.

Nathaniel sat quietly in the room, listening to the steady rhythm of the children's breathing. When he heard Cecilia return from the washroom, he couldn't help but call out, “Cecilia.”

“Hush, keep your voice down, what's up?”

Nathaniel lowered his voice. “I haven't freshened up yet.”

He was blind and in an unfamiliar place.

After hearing what was said, Cecilia intentionally responded, “Then you should go wash up, but try to move around quietly.”

Nathaniel furrowed his brows. “You know I can't see.”