When Her "Death" Couldn't Break Him (Cecilia and Nathaniel)

Chapter 71 Were We Deeply In Love

When Cecilia came over this time, Mason didn’t stop her.

At that moment, Nathaniel was standing in front of the floor–to–ceiling window and puffing away at a cigarette. Cecilia’s words from the day before were still echoing in his mind.

She had suffered a miscarriage, and the child had died long ago.

When he heard someone knocking the door, he extinguished the cigarette in his hand. “Come in.”

When Cecilia pushed open the door, she saw Nathaniel standing not far away, his tall figure outlined against the light. He was impeccably dressed in a sharp suit.

She still remembered the first time she saw him over a decade ago. Much like today, he stood under the sunlight, instantly capturing her gaze.

Nathaniel’s hawk–like eyes reflected Cecilia’s delicate face and impressive curves.

As he watched her, she had already closed the office door and made her way to him.

“Mr. Rainsworth, after our conversation yesterday, I checked the past records. I misunderstood you before. We truly were married at one point. Also, there’s something I’d like to clarify with you. When I mentioned going on a blind date before, I was actually standing in for my best friend.”

After that day, Nathaniel had found out about it.

Not expecting Cecilia to take the initiative to explain, a flicker of surprise crossed his eyes.

“So, you came to see me just to explain this matter?”

Cecilia looked at him with her clear eyes and shook her head. “I’ve made up my mind. I want to regain my memories, but there are some things I don’t quite understand and I want to ask you.”

She was standing very close to him. With just one look, Nathaniel could her body clearly.

you want to ask?” His Adam’s apple moved slightly

we deeply

Nathaniel’s expression changed dramatically.

don’t remember many people or events, I firmly believe that I

deep eyes shimmered with a

if what

We Deeply

you loved

word, his eyes had unknowingly welled up

Cecilia noticed the oppre

gamble had paid off.

fading away. She realized that

saying, “I want

her kiss had already landed on

At that moment.

blood seemed to freeze.

kiss was unpracticed and as delicate as the brush of a feather. Nathaniel watched her clumsy attempts, and soon,

drawn, plunging the room into dimness. From within, one could faintly hear

It’s working!

her palm, striving to

Thump, thump, thump!

there were knocks at

“Nathaniel.”

It was Stella.

to stop her, she arrived at the