When Her "Death" Couldn't Break Him

Chapter 329 A Misunderstanding

The icy hand Cecilia placed against his chest sent à shiver through his body, not from the cold. but from the sensation of his blood heating up.

As they continued their trek, Cecilia’s other hand accidentally brushed against his face. “Nathaniel, you have a fever,” she said weakly, realizing that his skin was burning hot–a clear sign of illness.

Nathaniel’s lips, as red as a ripe cherry, were pressed into a thin line. His Adam’s apple bobbed slightly as he replied, “What I said last night still stands.”

Cecilia could only see his lips move, but the words were lost on her. She responded with a faint “Okay,” not fully comprehending.

Nathaniel quickened his pace, determined to get her home safely.

When they finally reached home, Martha was waiting for them. She noticed the snow covering. both of them and quickly handed them towels. “Why are you coming back at this hour?” she asked, her voice laced with worry.

Nathaniel took over, brushing the snow off Cecilia’s body. Cecilia, still feeling the effects of the cold, tried to reassure Martha. “Martha, it’s late. You should rest. I came back late because the car broke down on the road.“”

Not wanting to cause any further concern, she didn’t mention her hearing issues.

“All right, but make sure to take a hot bath,” Martha advised before slowly making her way to the kitchen to prepare a warming ginger tea.

Nathaniel carried Cecilia to her room and gently set her down on the couch. He casually picked out some clean clothes for her. “I’ll fill the bathtub with warm water. You can undress and

get ready. Once you’re done bathing, you can change into fresh clothes.”

Cecilia, watching his lips move and guessing from his actions, assumed he was just asking her to change. “All right, you should go change your clothes as well,” she replied.

Nathaniel responded with a low hum, his voice rich with a magnetic resonance. Instead of changing, he grabbed a bathrobe and headed to the bathroom in Cecilia’s room to take a shower.

Meanwhile, Cecilia changed into a fresh set of clothes before wrapping herself in a blanket. Before long, she felt herself drifting off to sleep. Her eyelids grew heavy, and she was on the verge of slumber when Nathaniel, now only wearing a bath towel, picked her up in his arms.

Startled, Cecilia’s eyes shot open, and her hand brushed against his firm arm, instantly snapping her back to full alertness. “What are you doing? Put me down right now,” she demanded.

“The bath is ready for you,” Nathaniel said, his tone serious.

Cecilia couldn’t hear him clearly and protested, “Let me go; you’re free to leave.”

Nathaniel, however, held her tightly and carried her into the bathroom. “Why didn’t you take off your clothes?” he asked, mistaking her reluctance for shyness. He began to help her undress.Content © NôvelDrama.Org 2024.

In a panic, Cecilia intervened, “Nathaniel, don’t you dare!”

He chuckled softly. “Didn’t you ask for this when you came back?” he teased, his hands wandering until they brushed against the hearing aid she wore.

“What are you wearing?” he asked, confusion filling his voice.

All Cecilia wanted was to get him out of there. Without hesitation, she raised her hand and slapped him across the face. “I can’t hear you anymore. You better not provoke me!” she warned, her frustration evident.

Nathaniel’s expression stiffened, the impact of her slap leaving him momentarily stunned.

Just then, there was a knock at the door. “What happened, Ceci?” Martha called out, her voice filled with concern.

Nathaniel quickly slipped into a bathrobe and opened the door, only to be met with Martha’s icy stare. “What did you do to Ceci?” she demanded, ready to confront him.

Before he could respond, Martha suddenly swayed on her feet, nearly collapsing.

“Martha!” Cecilia cried out, quickly getting dressed and rushing to her side.

Half an hour later, braving the heavy snowfall, Mason sought out a doctor in the middle of the night to examine the elderly woman.

Outside the room, Cecilia took the medicine prescribed by the doctor, and slowly, her hearing began to return to normal.

Only then did Nathaniel realize his grave misunderstanding. Cecilia’s silence had been due to her temporary hearing loss, not because she was expecting anything to happen between them.