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

her, inhaling her pleasant scent, feeling a

why didn’t

Cecilia was taken aback.

you tell me?”

and rested his chin on her slender shoulder. “Why

ball of cotton. I should’ve been the one to say this! He’s clearly the one who hates

she asked, “Can you let

his arms. “Cecilia, do you have. any idea how long I’ve been searching

to have amnesia because if she hadn’t, she would’ve questioned him.

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

lips arrived

react, Nathaniel’s lips had

he

felt as though her

tossed his coat aside, his large hand cradling the back of Cecilia’s head, his entire body leaning

tried to push him away, but she was

only ended

soft, silky hair, his eyelids

hers, gently patting his shoulder. “You should sleep,

and placed her on the couch. He then laid down next to her, inhaling the sweet scent of