When Her "Death" Couldn't Break Him

Chapter 324 Old Habits

Late at night, after ensuring Martha was resting, Cecilia went to her room and lay down. She hadn’t been asleep for long when suddenly, she felt a hand wrap around her from behind. “Ceci,” a voice whispered.

Nathaniel had somehow entered her room. One hand held her firmly, while the other rested on her lower abdomen.

“Nathaniel, what are you doing!”

De losing his memory, Nathaniel hadn’t lost his old habits, especially his tendency to slip

into other people’s rooms uninvited–a habit he clearly hadn’t forgotten.

Nathaniel hadn’t planned on touching her, particularly considering her early pregnancy, made any such action unthinkable.

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But as he remembered the clandestine meeting between Calvin and Cecilia, and Mason’s words, Nathaniel’s thin lips found their way to the back of her ear.

His hot breath sent a shiver down Cecilia’s spine. “Nathaniel, you wouldn’t dare!” she protested, trying to sound firm.

The man paused, his breath still against her ear, before earnestly whispering something. The words made Cecilia’s eyes widen in shock.

Within moments, her face flushed a deep red, her cheeks burning like a ripe apple. “I don’t need that!” she snapped, quickly covering her mouth with her hand, worried that Martha might overhear from the next room.

The room was completely dark, and yet, under the faint light reflecting off the snow outside, Cecilia could just make out Nathaniel’s broad, muscular upper body. She realized with a jolt that he wasn’t wearing any clothes..

“Get out… now,” she stammered, her voice trembling with fear and urgency.

Nathaniel paused again, leaning even closer to her ear. “If you ever need something, tell me in private. Don’t go looking for other men,” he whispered, his tone possessive.

“Get out of here, now!” Cecilia demanded, pulling the blanket tighter around herself and curling up under it.

As Nathaniel finally left, she noticed the fading bruise on his waist, a mark she had left on him–a reminder of how she had once thought that the amnesiac, blind Nathaniel was at her mercy. But now, she realized that dealing with Nathaniel after his memory loss was proving to be far more challenging than she had anticipated.

Before his amnesia, Nathaniel had been rebellious and untamed, always exuding an air of superiority as if he were doing others a favor just by being present. Now, without his memories, he was utterly shameless.This belongs to NôvelDrama.Org: ©.

Fearing he might return, Cecilia took extra precautions before going back to sleep, locking the door from the inside and barricading it with a cabinet. But sleep did not come easily; every time she closed her eyes, Nathaniel’s words echoed in her mind.

After finally drifting off. Cecilia dreamed of herself as a small boat adrift in the vast ocean, tossed helplessly by the waves. When she awoke, she found her forehead damp with sweat.

She glanced at her phone–ten o’clock already. Thankfully, Martha had been waking up. day, giving her some time.

As she was about to get out of bed, a message from Calvin caught her eye: Are you free this afternoon? Want to come with me to see Eli? He texted me saying he wants to meet.

Thinking of Elliot, Cecilia replied without hesitation: All right, see you at the hospital.

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Elliot was in the hospital, and despite having a caregiver, Cecilia made it a point to visit him every day. She quickly changed her clothes and freshened up before heading downstairs.

In the dining room, the breakfast was still warm. Cecilia glanced over at Nathaniel, who was sitting off to the side, absorbed in a book, his expression indifferent. “I need to go out for a bit. I’ll be back by evening. Could you please take care of Martha?”

Had Martha not been around, Cecilia might have treated Nathaniel the same way he used to treat her–by not coming home at night.

“Where are you going?” Nathaniel suddenly asked.

“This doesn’t concern you. Don’t follow me again, or I’ll ask you to leave my house,” Cecilia shot. back, realizing that she had been too lenient with him the day before. He seemed to have no grasp of the situation he was in.

Now, both the Rainsworth family and Elena had rejected him. Cecilia had even called Elena, primarily to ask about Nicholas, but Elena had refused to reveal anything.

She had simply advised. Take good care of Nathaniel, keep him out of sight, and I won’t shortchange you. But if you plan on exposing him, don’t blame me for being the bad guy.”

At that moment, Cecilia realized that, just like her, Nathaniel wasn’t the only child of his biological mother.