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

Chapter 329 A Misunderstanding

The icy hand Cecilia placed against his chest sent à shiver through his body, not from the cold. but from the sensation of his blood heating up.

As they continued their trek, Cecilia’s other hand accidentally brushed against his face. “Nathaniel, you have a fever,” she said weakly, realizing that his skin was burning hot–a clear sign of illness.

Nathaniel’s lips, as red as a ripe cherry, were pressed into a thin line. His Adam’s apple bobbed slightly as he replied, “What I said last night still stands.”

Cecilia could only see his lips move, but the words were lost on her. She responded with a faint “Okay,” not fully comprehending.

Nathaniel quickened his pace, determined to get her home safely.

When they finally reached home, Martha was waiting for them. She noticed the snow covering. both of them and quickly handed them towels. “Why are you coming back at this hour?” she asked, her voice laced with worry.

Nathaniel took over, brushing the snow off Cecilia’s body. Cecilia, still feeling the effects of the cold, tried to reassure Martha. “Martha, it’s late. You should rest. I came back late because the car broke down on the road.“”

Not wanting to cause any further concern, she didn’t mention her hearing issues.

advised before

gently set her down on the couch. He casually picked out some clean clothes for her. “I’ll fill the bathtub with warm water.

bathing, you can change into fresh

guessing from his actions, assumed he was just asking her to change. “All

resonance. Instead of changing, he grabbed a bathrobe and headed to

changed into a fresh set of clothes before wrapping herself in a blanket. Before long, she felt herself drifting off to sleep. Her eyelids

shot open, and her hand brushed against his firm arm, instantly snapping her back to full alertness. “What are you

you,” Nathaniel said, his

protested, “Let

however, held her tightly and carried her into the bathroom. “Why didn’t you take off your clothes?” he asked, mistaking her reluctance for shyness. He

a panic, Cecilia intervened, “Nathaniel, don’t

he teased, his hands wandering until they brushed against the hearing aid

are you wearing?” he asked, confusion filling

of there. Without hesitation, she raised her hand and slapped him across the face. “I can’t hear

expression stiffened, the impact of her slap