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.

embrace. “Can we start over, Ceci?

lost his memory, he would certainly have never uttered the words, “I love

one being loved since his childhood, never bothering to develop feelings

if he was fond of her, he would neither show it

his love for her, and she was so shocked that she didn’t

held her even tighter, leaning down and intending to

Mr. Rainsworth…” a discordant

Cecilia immediately pushed

feet and stepped outside. “Jon,

his backpack, observing Cecilia and Nathaniel leaving one after another.

three of them descended the stairs

went to call for Martha and

and Nathaniel walked together. With a small voice, Jonathan asked, “Tell me, what were you and Mommy doing in the

words, Nathaniel lifted his sharp brow. “You want to

it out. Did you bully

purposely choosing not to respond. “Is this the attitude you should have when asking someone a

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

out his name directly,

was genetics, but he effortlessly

Jonathan was hanging in the air, struggling. “Put me down,

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