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

Chapter 330 The Rift Widens

The two of them sat across from each other, the atmosphere thick with tension. Nathaniel broke the silence first, his voice tinged with frustration. “Why can’t you hear? Why didn’t you tell me what’s going on?”

Cecilia kept her head down, her eyes clouded with confusion. “I thought it would get better once I got home,” she murmured.

Nathaniel raised his hand, intending to reach out and touch her, but Cecilia deftly avoided his grasp. His hand froze in mid–air, and his expression hardened. “Who were you with today, Ceci?”

Startled, Cecilia looked up at him. “Did you send someone to follow me again?” she asked, her voice sharp with suspicion. This was exactly the kind of thing Nathaniel had done before he lost. his memory, and she wasn’t about to let it slide.

Nathaniel’s throat tightened, a flicker of confusion crossing his face.

What do you mean by ‘again‘? When did I ever send someone to follow you?

Before he could clarify, the door to Martha’s room swung open, and the doctors emerged. He explained that the elderly lady had experienced a fit of rage, which caused some distress, but reassured them that there was no immediate danger. The doctor emphasized the importance of maintaining peace and calm during her recovery.

Mason, who had been standing quietly nearby, glanced at Cecilia. He remembered what he had witnessed that afternoon and chose to remain silent, not daring to provoke Nathaniel further.

back now,” Mason said,

momentarily diverted as Mason and his group departed, leaving

Cecilia said, trying to maintain a polite distance. She knew that the issue of tracking her was separate from the matter at hand, but

Nathaniel stated firmly. He reached out again, this time grabbing Cecilia’s elbow. “And I’ve never had

a month away,” she began, trying to

her, a sharp pang in his chest. “And what

have to take care of

hold back the question that had been gnawing at him. “Ceci, did you marry me because

she had loved him dearly, unable to bear the thought of causing him pain. But

Cecilia had believed she loved Nathaniel. But in the end, she realized she had been infatuated with the wrong man

desperation, Nathaniel pulled Cecilia into his arms. “Are you sending me back because of Calvin?” His voice had grown hoarse, the fear of

ever dared to blatantly steal

someday. The sooner, the better,” Cecilia said, her voice steady but her heart heavy. She tried to explain further. “Nathaniel, the truth is, you never really cared for me. Before you lost your memory, you didn’t love me at all. Once

past,

the only person I remember after losing his memory? If I didn’t love her,