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

Chapter 646 Mistaken All This While

Cecilia instructed Norman to keep a close eye on Paula’s subsequent actions. Unless she was truly in the late stages of cancer, she would never let her off the hook.

After returning home, she once again asked Sven to investigate her father’s car accident from years ago. Despite Norman having said that much of the evidence would likely have been destroyed by now, she yearned for the truth and a definitive answer.

Once everything was done, the woman collapsed onto the couch, utterly exhausted. Despite her fatigue, sleep eluded her, and her mind remained a whirl of chaos.

Memories of childhood washed over her. Her father, his face filled with kindness, would tell her just how wonderful her mother was and how deeply she loved him.

Feeling bitter, Cecilia clutched a pillow tightly against his chest.

She lay on the couch, unaware of how much time had passed before she finally fell asleep.

When the housekeeper noticed, she gently covered Cecilia with a blanket.

Elliot didn’t come home today as the school had arranged for him to experience spending a night at the school.

Nathaniel was also swamped with work and didn’t return home until very late. When he arrived, the housekeeper quietly informed him. “Sir, Mrs. Rainsworth has been lying on the couch ever since she came back this afternoon. She just fell asleep not long ago. I dare not wake her, but she could easily catch a cold sleeping like this.”

Hearing that, Nathaniel responded, “Got it. You get some rest.”

“Yes, Sir.”

housekeeper left for

the couch, his large hand reaching out to pull

the bed, he was about to wash up when the woman seized his hand

“Don’t leave…”

Did

what was wrong when he heard her mumble, “Dad,

man realize she

Nathaniel gently placed a hand on her face only to discover that her cheeks

formed in his throat, leaving him speechless. He sat on the edge of the

time, Cecilia finally awakened. As she opened her eyes, she found Nathaniel sitting by her side,

before lowering her gaze to find her hand interlocked

In the dream, she had returned to her childhood, to a moment when she and

to leave. Terrified, she held onto his hand tightly,

even promised to stay

broad hand, Cecilia

had only experienced such a dream twice. The other time was when she was hospitalized after being hit by the

time, what she found clenched in her hand was

thought it

felt she might have

was still holding his hand tightly, he couldn’t