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.

we start over, Ceci? I love you

memory, he would certainly have never uttered the

always the one being loved since his

was fond of her, he

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

held her even tighter, leaning

a discordant voice rang

Cecilia immediately

to her feet and

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

them descended the

call for Martha and the

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

hearing the words, Nathaniel lifted his sharp

you bully

to respond. “Is this the attitude you should have when

dare to bully

out

was genetics, but he

struggling. “Put me down, you big bad

Nathaniel was about to give the boy a piece of his mind, he heard Martha’s cough and