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

Chapter 729 Fallen In Love

Nathaniel’s lips thinned into a tight line, the corners of his mouth pulled taut.

He longer wanted to argue with Cecilia. Rising from the bed once more, he intended to leave.

Upon seeing the situation, Cecilia also stood up. “Have you made up your mind? Let’s go to the hospital.”

Nathaniel paid her no mind and continued on his way, inevitably bumping into the various furnishings and items within the room.

Just as he was about to hit the wall, Cecilia called out to stop him, “There’s a wall ahead!”

He halted in his tracks and began to fumble for the door’s location.

Cecilia approached, firmly taking hold of his hand.

If it were the old Nathaniel, he would have undoubtedly shrugged her hand off with disdain. However, for reasons unknown, he found himself not repulsed by it at all at that moment. More importantly, her touch seemed to freeze the blood in his veins.

Nathaniel was at a loss as to why this situation had arisen.

Cecilia roughly dragged him along, showing no gentleness as she opened the door, leading him out.

“Let’s eat first, and once we’re done, we’ll head to the hospital,” she said.

Given Zachary’s connection, Nathaniel was able to secretly visit the hospital for a check–up.

Nathaniel didn’t refuse, but he didn’t agree, either. He was led downstairs by Cecilia.

downstairs, Mason thought Nathaniel had recovered

“Mr. Rainsworth?”

“Get lost.”

right, it seems he

Mason, “Is breakfast ready

In the dining room,” Mason

to join us for

to eat outside. If anything comes up,

him

left, Cecilia dragged Nathaniel

having had the

hadn’t eaten anything

After guiding Nathaniel to sit down, Cecilia said, “The bowl is right in front of you. If it’s inconvenient for you, shall I

grown accustomed to eating on his own when he was just a year

worsened.

fumbled before picking up

his stubbornness, Cecilia personally sliced some foie gras for him, along with some other dishes that

quietly ate, not uttering

to

parting slightly. “Mason told me I lost my sight because I was trying to

the fork, stiffened and hung suspended in

“I suppose so.”

mean by that?”