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.”

fool would reveal the truth. If I told her, she’d realize I’ve regained

you’ve forgotten so much. Have

Nathaniel asked

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

realize that Nathaniel had been gradually leaning closer. His prominent nose was almost brushing

thank you.” Nathaniel remained silent, and Cecilia noticed her cramp had subsided. As she tilted her head to move out of his arms, her red lips

all the

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

as though time itself had paused

intense, close–up reflection of Nathaniel’s handsome face. Before

in the air–an enticing scent that surprised Cecilia

Cecilia began to resist, but her words were cut off as his

room felt suddenly stifling, the contrast between the cool air

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

The voices of the two children snapped

had been removed by Nathaniel.