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.”

for her

the couch, his large hand reaching out to pull Cecilia into

bed, he was about to wash up when the woman

“Don’t leave…”

paused. Did

when he heard

did the man realize she was

voice carried a hint of sobbing. Nathaniel gently placed a hand on her

him speechless. He sat on the edge of the bed,

opened her eyes, she found Nathaniel sitting by her side, leaning against

lowering her gaze to

she had. In the dream, she had returned to her childhood, to a moment when she and her father were making

held onto his hand

really didn’t leave; he even promised to

Nathaniel’s broad hand, Cecilia

was when she was hospitalized after being hit by

that time, what she found clenched in her hand was

she had thought it belonged to

she felt she

had already stirred. Seeing that she was still holding his hand tightly,