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

Chapter 309 Help Me Pick Out The Carrots

“I’ll go take a look,” Cecilia said, descending the stairs quickly after hearing the loud noise from below. When she reached Nathaniel’s room, she found the door tightly shut.

Nothing seemed amiss, so she decided not to investigate further. She figured that once Nathaniel could no longer bear staying here, he would leave on his own.

The following day, Cecilia woke up early to start preparing breakfast. She deliberately cooked carrots and scrambled eggs, knowing that Nathaniel had always been a picky eater who disliked carrots.

It was a trait that their son, Jonathan, had inherited–if there was even a hint of carrot in his food, he wouldn’t touch it.

Martha was still asleep, so Cecilia set aside a portion for her and served out the rest.

After freshening up, Nathaniel emerged from his room, dressed in casual home clothes. As Cecilia glanced over at him, she noticed a large wound on his forehead, instantly understanding that the noise from the previous night was likely due to him bumping his head.

Pretending not to notice, she said, “Breakfast is ready.”

“Okay,” Nathaniel replied, carefully making his way over to the dining table. The house wasn’t large, but it was filled with furniture that could easily become obstacles. He was wary of bumping into anything again, knowing it would only add to Cecilia’s annoyance.

As much as Cecilia wanted him to leave quickly, she couldn’t bear to watch him walk into walls. “Move a bit to the left,” she instructed, “you’re about to hit the wall.”

embarrassment. He took a few steps to the left and quickly found his way to the dining table. He pulled out a

it,” he

his memory. It felt wrong to take advantage of his condition, even though she knew it was the same man who had once treated

eggs and placed them

earlier in the mornings to lend

had a peaceful sleep

aback. “No need. You can’t see anyway; how

to work. You can move

of us

her scrambled eggs that she nearly choked. “I don’t need your

Nathaniel presented a gold card to Cecilia.

had asked Mason to prepare it before he came here, understanding that he was once the CEO of a multinational corporation

want it,” Cecilia said firmly, pushing the

card down on the table. “You may not want it, but I

“Hurry up and eat. I need to compose a song later,”

as Nathaniel picked up his spoon and took a bite of the scrambled

“Ceci…”

now?” Cecilia asked, irritated, as