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

Chapter 97 All Women Love Beauty

Cecilia continued, “There isn’t a woman who doesn’t love to look beautiful. Perhaps the person I used to be was too humble, always hiding my own likes and preferences.”

Nathaniel felt a tightness in his chest as he listened to all that. “Are you saying that everything you did in the past was for me?”

Cecilia looked up and met his gaze. “I told you, I don’t remember. However, I can tell you that I love makeup, and I adore vibrant, beautiful clothes. I also have a thing for gold, silver, and jewelry.”

In the past, Cecilia chose to wear grey clothes and refrained from wearing makeup because she was afraid of making Nathaniel angry.

Her family deceived Nathaniel, so she didn’t want to be all dolled up, drawing attention and potentially causing him distress.

Once, she merely put on a red dress and hummed a song while watering the flowers outside, only to be met with his mockery. “You folks from the Smith family sure are impressive. To think you all can sleep well, dress up fancily, and have a great time after lying to people.”

Since then, at home, she dared not be happy, dared not laugh, and certainly dared not dress too well.

Nathaniel had no idea about all those and even mistakenly thought it was because she didn’t like those things!

What a joke. Cecilia tightened her grip, her fingertips digging deeply into her palm to the point she was bleeding, but she didn’t stop.

Nathaniel simply

“hed against her, inhaling her

why didn’t

Cecilia was taken aback.

you tell me?”

his arm around her slender waist and rested his chin on her slender

clogged with a ball of cotton. I should’ve been the one to say this! He’s

slightly as she asked,

you have. any idea how long I’ve been searching for you? Forget it! You’re nothing but a

she hadn’t, she would’ve

still hadn’t fallen asleep, Cecilia could only continue the conversation with him. “Mr. Rainsworth, aren’t you afraid Ms. Ross will

moment, Nathaniel’s lips arrived

react, Nathaniel’s lips had already landed

he kissed her, he

as though her blood

hand cradling the back

found it increasingly difficult to breathe. She tried to push him away, but she was

and powerful kiss only

through her soft, silky hair,

hers, gently patting

couch. He then laid down next to her, inhaling the