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.”

a fool would reveal the truth. If I told her, she’d realize I’ve regained most of my memory and

you’ve forgotten so much. Have you also

Nathaniel asked

Cecilia replied, remembering how he had played the piano that day. She murmured, “You

been gradually leaning closer. His

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

it felt as if all the blood in his body had stopped

embrace. Before she could fully comprehend what was happening, his thin lips captured

as though time itself had

handsome face. Before she could react,

that surprised Cecilia

but her words were cut off as his lips sealed over hers.

suddenly stifling, the contrast between the cool air

sharp knock echoed from the door outside, breaking the charged

The voices of the two

removed by Nathaniel. She quickly wrapped herself