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

Chapter 357 Dream About The Past

The two of them sat closely together. Nathaniel listened intently to her question. As he took in the pleasant scent that was emanating from her, his Adam’s apple bobbed slightly.

“I did.” His voice was raspy.

During that period, he would occasionally dream about his past with Cecilia, including some intimate moments.

“Do you still not trust me?” he asked.

Upon observing his current state, Cecilia thought there was no way he was lying and shook her head. “It’s not that. I just think you’re incredible. Despite your inability to see, you can still play the piano and even help me correct my music sheets.”

Nathaniel could hear the melancholy in her voice and guessed, more or less, why she appeared so sad when he entered the room earlier.

“Because I must excel,” he said slowly.

Cecilia was taken aback.

Nathaniel continued, “I’ve been having dreams about my childhood lately. Growing up, I was constantly educated and indoctrinated with the idea that I was destined to become the head of the Rainsworth family. I had no choice but to grow up.”

He paused for a moment, then turned to Cecilia and said, “And now, how am I supposed to take care of you and our unborn child if I’m not good enough?”

Cecilia was unsure of how to respond to that.

his embrace. “Can we start

memory, he would certainly have never uttered the

loved since his childhood, never bothering to

of her, he

first time Cecilia heard Nathaniel express his love for her, and she was so shocked that she didn’t push

tighter, leaning down and

Rainsworth…” a discordant

back to reality, Cecilia immediately

her feet and stepped outside. “Jon, you’re

one after another. Something seemed off to him, but he couldn’t quite

them

to call for Martha and

Jonathan asked, “Tell me, what were

hearing the words, Nathaniel lifted his sharp brow. “You

you bully

in Jonathan’s voice, purposely choosing not to respond. “Is this the attitude you should have when asking

getting anxious. “Nathaniel, if you dare to bully my mommy, don’t blame

call out his name

it was genetics, but he effortlessly

struggling. “Put

about to give the boy a piece of