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

Chapter 389 Intimate Moment

Her face flushed bright red in an instant. She froze, afraid to move, and cast her gaze around the

determined not to focus on Nathaniel’s touch.

room,

The storeroom, once familiar but now seemingly transformed by Nathaniel at some unknown time, had a cool, modern color scheme. The space appeared to have expanded, giving it a more open feel.

Nathaniel’s room remained as it always had been: meticulously organized, with even the smallest details attended to, such as a single pen perfectly placed on the far right side of the pen holder.

As Cecilia’s gaze wandered, she couldn’t help but notice Nathaniel’s hand, which was marked with scars.

Where did these scars come from?

Cecilia couldn’t help but ask, “How did you get those wounds on your hand? From glass?”

It had been a while since Nathaniel last held her like this. Breathing heavily and taking in her scent, he said, “I don’t remember.”

If I told her, she’d realize I’ve regained most of my

a pity you’ve forgotten so much. Have you also forgotten what previous job

Nathaniel asked with deliberate

the piano that day. She murmured, “You haven’t forgotten how to play the piano though. Is

she didn’t realize that Nathaniel had been gradually leaning closer. His prominent nose

her cramp had subsided. As she tilted her

all

back into his embrace. Before she could fully comprehend what was happening, his

felt as though time itself had

was overtaken by the intense, close–up reflection of Nathaniel’s handsome face. Before she could react, he gently laid her down on the

lingered in the air–an enticing scent that surprised Cecilia as she realized

words were cut off as his lips

the cool air outside and the heat within

sudden, sharp knock echoed from the door outside,

voices of the two

she realized half of her clothes had been removed by Nathaniel. She quickly wrapped herself in