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

“Mr. Rainsworth?”

“Get lost.”

right, it seems he hasn’t

asked Mason, “Is breakfast

In the dining room,”

you want to join us for a bite?”

eat outside. If anything comes up, just

him as

he left, Cecilia dragged Nathaniel to have

back home, not having had the

Nathaniel hadn’t eaten anything

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

to eating on his

expression worsened. “No

picking up the

sliced some foie gras for him, along with some other dishes that were difficult to manage, and then placed them

quietly ate, not uttering a

unable to see, his

down his utensils, his thin lips parting slightly. “Mason told me

clutching the fork, stiffened and hung suspended in

“I suppose so.”

do you mean by