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

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Cecilia’s face stiffened as she cast a somewhat awkward glance toward him.

Nathaniel’s eyes were shrouded in darkness, his only guide being the sound of her voice. “Can you lead me to the bathroom?” he asked.

Returning to her senses, the woman reached out.

“Okay.”

She helped Nathaniel get up from his bed.

After taking him to the restroom and guiding him to where the toilet was, she left immediately.

A considerable amount of time passed when suddenly, a loud noise echoed from the bathroom. Crash!

Cecilia hurried over and swung the door open, only to see that Nathaniel had accidentally knocked over a glass cup from the sink counter. As he bent down to pick up the pieces, he cut his hand, and blood started to flow freely.

“You cut your hand.”

Cecilia stopped him immediately.

The man, however, seized her hand in response, posing the question from the previous night once again.

“Do you hate me?”

Cecilia was momentarily taken aback, but she didn’t respond. Instead, she gently pulled her hand out of his grasp.

“I called the nurse over to bandage you up.”

Ten minutes later, the caregiver had tidied up the bathroom and replaced all the fragile and sharp objects.

chair,

nurse would steal glances at his face. Not even the scars on it could hide how handsome he was; the

nurse’s face had turned scarlet by the time she was done bandaging

taken care of, Ms. Smith,” she

“Thank you.”

Cecilia watched her leave.

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and closed the door after the nurse

deep sleep, and she hadn’t yet had the chance to inquire about

had claimed that his memory loss was due to cranial nerve damage, she

really not remember anything.

Nathaniel asked in return. “Is

Cecilia was dumbfounded.

can’t even remember his own

“Yes.”

the woman from last night really my mother?” the man asked

loss, he was still capable of being in control. With just a few words, he had turned the tables and was

“Yes,” Cecilia responded.

silent for a moment before adding, “I don’t remember anything

all?” Cecilia asked in

much in love with each other,” the man.

Wife?

with each

astounded by

love. We were already planning

his memory or was merely pretending, she didn’t want

the sound of her voice, suddenly pulled her into his arms. “Do you