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.”

she’d realize I’ve regained

softly. “It’s a pity you’ve forgotten so much. Have you also

job?” Nathaniel asked

piano that day. She murmured,

had been gradually leaning closer. His prominent nose was almost brushing against

feels much better now, thank you.” Nathaniel remained silent, and Cecilia noticed her cramp had subsided. As she tilted her head to move out

and it felt as if all the blood in his

her back into his embrace. Before

felt as though time itself had

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

in the air–an enticing scent that surprised Cecilia as she realized it was coming from Nathaniel’s

off as his lips sealed over hers. Her mind

the room felt suddenly stifling, the contrast between the

a sudden, sharp knock echoed from the door outside, breaking

The voices of the two

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