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

Chapter 324 Old Habits

Late at night, after ensuring Martha was resting, Cecilia went to her room and lay down. She hadn’t been asleep for long when suddenly, she felt a hand wrap around her from behind. “Ceci,” a voice whispered.

Nathaniel had somehow entered her room. One hand held her firmly, while the other rested on her lower abdomen.

“Nathaniel, what are you doing!”

De losing his memory, Nathaniel hadn’t lost his old habits, especially his tendency to slip

into other people’s rooms uninvited–a habit he clearly hadn’t forgotten.

Nathaniel hadn’t planned on touching her, particularly considering her early pregnancy, made any such action unthinkable.

which

But as he remembered the clandestine meeting between Calvin and Cecilia, and Mason’s words, Nathaniel’s thin lips found their way to the back of her ear.

a shiver down Cecilia’s spine. “Nathaniel, you wouldn’t dare!” she

earnestly whispering something. The words made Cecilia’s eyes

“I don’t need that!” she snapped, quickly covering her mouth with her hand, worried that

was completely dark, and yet, under the faint light reflecting off the snow outside, Cecilia could just make out Nathaniel’s broad, muscular

her voice trembling with fear and

her ear. “If you ever need something, tell me in private. Don’t go looking for other men,” he whispered,

here, now!” Cecilia demanded, pulling the blanket tighter around herself and curling up

finally left, she noticed the fading bruise on his waist, a mark she had left on him–a reminder of how she had once thought that the amnesiac, blind Nathaniel was at

exuding an air of superiority as if he were doing others a favor just by being present.

it

of herself as a small boat adrift in the vast ocean, tossed helplessly by the

Martha had been waking up. day, giving

her eye: Are you free this afternoon?

replied without hesitation: All right, see you at

late every

it a point to visit