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….

family–Cecilia understood now that she would learn nothing more from him. She subtly slipped the photo into her pocket, relieved that she hadn’t revealed it to

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

taboo, never to be spoken aloud. The housekeepers who knew of Nicholas’s existence were well

someone say something to you?” Nathaniel persisted,

raise more questions. “The last time I overheard your conversation with Elena, I learned about your younger brother. Just now, when I came back from a

im out

He had seen how frantic and distressed Cecilia had been when she sought him at the party, as if something

voice softening as she tried to calm herself down. “I was too hasty

still guarded. “Don’t talk to me about him in the

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

the image of the gentle, warm–hearted young man, a sharp

could I… Nathaniel?” she whispered to herself, but the only response was the sound of the wind rustling the

began to surface, clear and vivid. Cecilia sat on the couch, her mind