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.

Nathaniel pulled her into his embrace. “Can we start over, Ceci?

his memory, he would certainly have

one being loved since his childhood,

of her, he

first time Cecilia heard Nathaniel express his love for her,

even tighter, leaning

Mr. Rainsworth…” a discordant voice rang

Cecilia immediately

and stepped outside. “Jon,

Nathaniel leaving one after another. Something seemed off to

of them descended the stairs

went to call for

together. With a small voice, Jonathan asked, “Tell me, what were you and Mommy

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

out. Did you bully her

purposely choosing not to respond. “Is this the attitude you

if you dare to bully my

out

genetics, but he effortlessly and immediately

air, struggling. “Put me down,

the boy a piece of his mind, he heard Martha’s