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.

from downstairs, Mason thought

“Mr. Rainsworth?”

“Get lost.”

All right, it seems he

asked Mason, “Is breakfast ready

In the dining room,” Mason

join us for a bite?” Cecilia asked

eat outside. If anything comes

watching him as he

dragged Nathaniel to

home, not having had the chance

hadn’t eaten anything

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

eating on his own

expression worsened.

picking up

gras for him, along with some other

not uttering

blinded, unable to see, his

he put down his utensils, his thin lips parting slightly. “Mason told me I lost my

hand, clutching the fork, stiffened and hung suspended in

“I suppose so.”

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