When Her Death Couldn't Break Him (Cecilia and Nathaniel) novel Chapter 2156

Chelsea Rainsworth stepped out of the front gates of Rainsworth Manor and headed for the sedan she always drove. She had just reached for the door handle when the family driver jogged over, breath misting in the cold. "Ms. Chelsea, your father has ordered that none of the household vehicles are to be at your disposal anymore."

His words spilled out in one apologetic rush, but Chelsea did not scold him. Instead, she slipped the cool metal key from her purse, placed it in his work-worn hand, and closed his fingers around it with quiet finality.

"Here you go. Please return this to him for me."

"Certainly."

The driver accepted the key, then watched as Chelsea walked away, her slim figure swallowed by the drifting haze.

At the curb, Chelsea flagged down a taxi, gave the driver the address of Jason's rented apartment, and sank into the back seat.

Inside the car, exhaustion pressed on her eyelids. She let them fall and, in the muffled engine hum, her mind slipped backward through a single tumbling year.

A little more than twelve months earlier, Jason had pulled her out of danger. That moment lit a spark—a small, curious flare that refused to go out.

At first, Chelsea felt no romantic attraction toward the man. Rather, it was puzzle-pieces of fascination. How could someone be so blunt, so absolutely immune to her charms, and so unwilling to bend the way everyone else bent around a daughter of the Rainsworth family?

Later, she kept seeking Jason out. Coffee one day, a brief hello the next. Weeks stretched into months, and somewhere between hello and goodbye, she realized the puzzle had arranged itself into affection.

Once, while she was hunting him down again, a spoiled trust-fund boy cornered her. Jason stepped out of the shadows, cut the confrontation short, and ferried her to safety before fear had fully formed in her throat.

Afterward, she invited him to dinner, late-night movies, and impulsive weekend drives.

Little by little, he stopped refusing, and before they knew it, they had become a couple.

Chelsea's eyes snapped open as the taxi slowed. She pulled out her phone and called Jason.

"Where are you right now?"

Jason's voice drifted through the speaker, thick with sleep. "At home, trying to rest. What's the matter?"

"My parents threw me out," she murmured, her throat tightening. "I'm coming to you."

Sleep instantly fled Jason. He bolted upright, sheets twisting around his legs like startled vines.

"Where exactly are you now?"

She glanced through the taxi window at identical gray blocks. "I think I'm already inside your residential area."

"That fast?" Jason sputtered as he rushed to get dressed, heart thudding faster than his buttons would close.

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