When Her "Death" Couldn't Break Him

Chapter 38 I Am Not Lying

A lump formed in Nathaniel’s throat as an unusual glint flickered in his deep eyes.

He didn’t say anything, yet Mason understood and left.

In Rainsworth Group’s business department, there was a rumor that a prominent tycoon was planning to visit. This magnate was said to be offering a substantial amount of funding to aid Rainsworth Group’s Hope Charity, essentially providing charity free of charge.

The employees couldn’t help but discuss the matter.

“Which big shot is here to play the fool?”

“Who knows? Maybe he made so much money that he ran out of places to spend it.”

“I heard he came from overseas…

At that moment, Cecilia, seated in the car, had already arrived at the headquarters of Rainsworth Group.

Looking at the towering buildings, which had developed more expansively and rapidly than four years ago, it was all due to Nathaniel’s firm and decisive measures, as well as the deep–rooted foundation of the Rainsworth family….

Over the past four years, she hadn’t neglected herself. With Calvin’s assistance, she had established her own company and made some money.

Before returning to Tudela, she had made numerous preparations. Upon learning that Rainsworth Group was planning to invest in nationwide charity projects, she decided to collaborate under the guise of this initiative.

With this guise of collaboration, she would have her excuse to get closer to Nathaniel..

As for her appearance at the charity auction yesterday, it was also to catch his attention.

After all, she wouldn’t be able to meet Nathaniel in person if it were merely an investment collaboration!

Therefore, she desired to pique Nathaniel’s interest, hoping he would take the initiative to meet her!

Cecilia pushed the car door open, stepping out of the vehicle.

The project manager had been waiting at the entrance early on. Upon seeing the arrival of a woman, elegantly dressed and attractive, he was somewhat puzzled.

“Are you Smith?”

Cecilia nonchalantly asked, “Yes. Is there a problem?”

While the project manager was taken aback, Cecilia produced the record of their previous correspondence.

He quickly shook his head. “Not at all, not at all. You truly are a beautiful woman with a kind heart.”

Or more like quite the sucker.

With that, he brought Cecilia to the reception room before heading out to invite Nathaniel over.

Before long, the sound of footsteps echoed, followed soon after by the noise of a door closing.

She lifted her gaze, only to meet Nathaniel’s chillingly cold eyes.

Their eyes met, and all that could be seen in Nathaniel’s deep gaze was curiosity.Published by Nôv'elD/rama.Org.

And yet, feigning surprise, Cecilia exclaimed, “It’s you?”

Nathaniel was utterly unconvinced that she had lost her memory. Seeing her continue this act, he strode forward.

“What a coincidence.”

He deliberately emphasized the words.

Cecilia continued to feign ignorance. “Are you the person in charge of this project?”

“To be precise, I’m the one in charge of Rainsworth Group, Nathaniel.” Nathaniel was staring her intently.

Today, she had put on a suit, which made her look incredibly professional.

Before he came, he had already done his research. She had established a trading company. abroad. Just a month ago, she had contacted Rainsworth Group’s business department manager about investing in charity projects through them.

“So, you’re Mr. Rainsworth. A pleasure to meet you.” Cecilia maintained her composure, not showing any change in her demeanor. “My investment this time-”

Before she could finish her sentence, Nathaniel abruptly cut her off.

“Let’s not talk about work today. Instead, let’s discuss your memory

loss.”

Nathaniel stared at her calmly and patiently, waiting for her to spin more lies.

The atmosphere within the room had taken an odd turn, as if the air itself had somehow become thinner.

Facing the woman who had once pursued and adored him for over a decade, Nathaniel couldn’t quite articulate the emotions stirring within him at this moment.

Had this been in the past, hearing such things would have certainly left a bitter taste in Cecilia’s mouth.

But now, she knew that for her, the most important thing was her sickly young son.

“I’m not sure what you mean by your words, but I assure you, I wasn’t lying. I suffered from severe depression in the past. Those suffering from depression often experience a near standstill in brain cell activity, leading to a decline in various brain functions. This not only results in sluggish responses but also a decrease in memory retention, leading to intermittent memory loss. The doctor mentioned that my inability to remember certain people and events could be a protective mechanism of my brain. It might be afraid that recalling certain individuals or incidents would cause me distress.”