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….

now that she would learn nothing more from him. She subtly slipped the photo into her pocket, relieved that she hadn’t

you suddenly

never to be spoken aloud. The housekeepers who knew of Nicholas’s existence

you?” Nathaniel persisted, his gaze boring

I 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

im out

how frantic and distressed Cecilia had

calm herself down. “I was

slightly, though his demeanor was still guarded. “Don’t talk to me about him in the future,” he

to

from her pocket. As she looked at the image of the gentle, warm–hearted young man, a sharp pain gripped her throat, and

couldn’t have mistaken it, could I… Nathaniel?” she whispered to herself, but the only

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