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

Chapter 229 I Need To Ask You Something

The sight of Cecilia in a state of utter disarray caught Nathaniel off guard, sparking an inexplicable panic within him. Without wasting a second, he gently took her by the arm and led her back home, his mind racing with concern.

Once they had returned to the residence, Nathaniel swiftly picked up a piece of clothing and. draped it over her shoulders. “What do you want to ask?” he inquired, his voice a mix of worry and irritation.

Cecilia, holding onto the photograph tightly, hesitated for a moment before asking, “Do you have a twin brother?” Her voice was calm, but there was an undercurrent of tension, as if she feared the answer.

The instant Nathaniel heard the word “brother,” his expression turned icy. He let go of Cecilia’s arm, stepping back slightly. “Yes,” he answered curtly.

“Why have I never heard of him before? Where is he now?” Cecilia pressed, her eyes searching his face for any sign of emotion.

Nathaniel’s lips thinned into a tight line, and his eyes blazed with barely concealed anger. “You sought me out at the party just to ask about this?” he retorted, his voice cold and cutting.

Cecilia held his gaze, unwavering, even as his words pierced through her like a knife.

“This is a family matter,” Nathaniel snapped, his tone final. “You don’t need to know.”

Family matter….

She subtly slipped the photo

narrowed as he scrutinized her. “Why did you suddenly bring him up?” he asked, his

The housekeepers who knew of Nicholas’s existence were well aware that Nathaniel didn’t tolerate gossip about

to you?” Nathaniel persisted, his gaze

learned about your younger brother. Just now, when I came back from a walk, Thappened to hear someone mention it, so I wanted to ask you about it,””

im out

apparent, and Nathaniel’s expression remained hard, unconvinced. He had seen how frantic and

as she tried to calm herself down. “I

though his demeanor was still guarded. “Don’t talk to me about

still in full swing, but Nathaniel had no desire to return. Instead, he left the house, his mood

house was empty, Cecilia finally dared to retrieve the crumpled photo from her pocket. As she looked at the image of the gentle, warm–hearted young man, a sharp pain gripped her throat, and her eyes began to burn with unshed tears. Her fingertips gently traced the smiling. face in the photograph, over and over

mistaken it, could I… Nathaniel?” she whispered to herself, but

began to surface, clear and vivid. Cecilia sat on the couch, her mind flooded with thoughts of that gentle young man