When Her "Death" Couldn't Break Him

Chapter 1290 Since When Are You Two Friends

If Nathaniel had been trailing her, Sven would have noticed and warned her. Nathaniel made sure she got into the car first before saying a word. Once they were both seated, he finally broke the silence.

“Didn’t you text me yesterday? I made a reservation like you asked. That doesn’t count as stalking, does it?” he said.

He knew Cecilia wasn’t fond of being followed, which was why he chose to approach the situation this way.

Cecilia was left a bit speechless. This isn’t much different from stalking, is it?

“Could you, in the future, ask for my permission before tracking my location when you come looking for me?” she asked, trying to keep her tone even.

“All right,” Nathaniel agreed without hesitation.

Seeing how quickly he agreed, Cecilia felt a bit relieved and decided not to push the matter further.

“Drive me to the office, will you? I need to catch a quick nap,” she said, leaning back against the seat.

She hadn’t had the luxury of sleeping in and figured she could catch up on rest during the ride. Before Hong, exhaustion got the better of her, and she dozed off, her posture slightly slumped.

Nathaniel gently pulled her closer into his arms and softly instructed the driver, “Drive a bit slower.”

“Yes, sir,” the driver replied, easing the car forward.

After Cassina returned home, she found Cassandra and Queenie seated in the living room. Queenie looked particularly worried.

“Are you all right, Cassie?” Queenie asked, concern clear in her voice.

Since Cassina had started living at the Jamieson residence, she had never spent a night away from home. Last night was the first time, which explained Queenie’s worry.

Cassina shook her head. “Mom, I’m fine,” she reassured her.

Queenie sighed in relief. “You should have called if you weren’t coming home last night. Your sister and I were worried sick.”

Unaware of Cassandra’s threats, Queenie only saw Cassina’s absence as unusual.

Cassina lowered her head. “Sorry, my phone was off. I didn’t notice.”

“It’s all right this time, but next time, make sure to let me know. Otherwise, you’ll have me worrying all night long,” Queenie insisted.

Having recently found her long–lost daughter, Queenie treated Cassina like something fragile, always fearful she might lose her again.

Cassina nodded firmly. “I will.”

Cassandra sat quietly, watching the scene unfold with jealousy simmering just beneath the surface. She

Cassandra’s mind, a stranger.

“Mom, you didn’t sleep at all last night. You should go get some rest,” Cassandra said, trying to sound considerate.

“You’re right, I should lie down. You two take it easy,” Queenie replied before getting up and heading toward her room.

Cassandra smiled as Queenie walked away, but the moment she was out of sight, Cassandra’s expression hardened.Content property of NôvelDra/ma.Org.

After ensuring the housekeepers had left the room, she turned to Cassina with an icy glare. “Who were you with last night?” she demanded.

Cassina froze under her sister’s intense stare, her voice faltering. “J–Just a friend… You wouldn’t know her.”

“Heh, since when has Cecilia been your friend? Why didn’t I know about this?” Cassandra scoffed, not bothering to keep up her friendly act.

Startled, Cassina had no idea how Cassandra knew about her meeting with Cecilia. She fell silent, unsure how to respond.

Cassandra stepped closer, her voice sharp. “Did you tell Cecilia who you really are?”

Cassina quickly shook her head. “No, of course not.”

Hearing this, Cassandra relaxed slightly. But her warning was swift. “Good. Don’t even think about it. If you let anyone know, you won’t see the end of it.”

Cassina kept her gaze down, not daring to challenge her. “Don’t worry, I’m not that stupid. Why would I ruin the good life I have?”

“Then what were you doing with Cecilia all night?” Cassandra pressed, skeptical that their meeting was innocent.

Cassina struggled to find the right lie, unsure of how to explain herself.

Cassandra leaned in closer, her voice low but threatening. “If you don’t tell me the truth, do you believe I can have the hospital stop your son’s medication in minutes?”