When Her "Death" Couldn't Break Him

Chapter 357 Dream About The Past

The two of them sat closely together. Nathaniel listened intently to her question. As he took in the pleasant scent that was emanating from her, his Adam’s apple bobbed slightly.

“I did.” His voice was raspy.

During that period, he would occasionally dream about his past with Cecilia, including some intimate moments.

“Do you still not trust me?” he asked.

Upon observing his current state, Cecilia thought there was no way he was lying and shook her head. “It’s not that. I just think you’re incredible. Despite your inability to see, you can still play the piano and even help me correct my music sheets.”

Nathaniel could hear the melancholy in her voice and guessed, more or less, why she appeared so sad when he entered the room earlier.

“Because I must excel,” he said slowly.

Cecilia was taken aback.

Nathaniel continued, “I’ve been having dreams about my childhood lately. Growing up, I was constantly educated and indoctrinated with the idea that I was destined to become the head of the Rainsworth family. I had no choice but to grow up.”

He paused for a moment, then turned to Cecilia and said, “And now, how am I supposed to take care of you and our unborn child if I’m not good enough?”

Cecilia was unsure of how to respond to that.

Suddenly, Nathaniel pulled her into his embrace. “Can we start over, Ceci? I love you very much.”

If he hadn’t lost his memory, he would certainly have never uttered the words, “I love you.”

He was always the one being loved since his childhood, never bothering to develop feelings for others.

Even if he was fond of her, he would neither show it nor express it.

It was the first time Cecilia heard Nathaniel express his love for her, and she was so shocked that she didn’t push him away.

Nathaniel held her even tighter, leaning down and intending to kiss her.

“Mommy, Mr. Rainsworth…” a discordant voice rang out.

Snapping back to reality, Cecilia immediately pushed Nathaniel away.

She rose to her feet and stepped outside. “Jon, you’re back.”

Jonathan ascended the stairs with his backpack, observing Cecilia and Nathaniel leaving one after another. Something seemed off to him, but he couldn’t quite put his finger on it. “Yeah.”

The three of them descended the stairs together.

Cecilia went to call for Martha and the caregiver.

Jonathan and Nathaniel walked together. With a small voice, Jonathan asked, “Tell me, what were you and Mommy doing in the music room?”

Upon hearing the words, Nathaniel lifted his sharp brow. “You want to know?”

“Spit it out. Did you bully her or not?”

Nathaniel listened to the urgency in Jonathan’s voice, purposely choosing not to respond. “Is this the attitude you should have when asking someone a question?”

Jonathan was getting anxious. “Nathaniel, if you dare to bully my mommy, don’t blame me for being impolite.”

Upon hearing Jonathan call out his name directly, Nathaniel scowled.

Perhaps it was genetics, but he effortlessly and immediately lifted up Jonathan.

Suddenly, Jonathan was hanging in the air, struggling. “Put me down, you big bad guy!”

When Nathaniel was about to give the boy a piece of his mind, he heard Martha’s cough and immediately released him.

At that moment, Jonathan realized that even Nathaniel had someone the latter feared.

Martha was essentially Cecilia’s mother, which made her the mother–in–law to Nathaniel. Thus, Jonathan thought the stereotype of a son–in–law being afraid of his mother–in–law truly applied to everyone.

Then, the boy had an idea.

He approached Martha, unzipping his backpack. “Grandma Martha, I miss you every day when I’m at school. How have you been feeling lately?”

Martha’s mood significantly improved as she stared at Jonathan. “I missed you, too, and I’m in. good health.”

In response, Jonathan continued, “Grandma Martha, didn’t you mention wanting to taste the small fish from our hometown when we were abroad? Mr. Rainsworth just mentioned that he’s going to the stream to catch some for you tonight.”

Martha was somewhat taken aback. Ah, so that’s what the two of them were talking about earlier. Nathaniel wasn’t bullying Jonathan.

“The stream is frozen, though,” said Martha.

Jonathan immediately replied, “It’s fine. Mr. Rainsworth said that he would melt the stream with. his body heat by lying on it.”NôvelDrama.Org content rights.

Nathaniel was speechless. I can’t believe he’s saying nonsense with such a serious face.