When Her "Death" Couldn't Break Him

Chapter 389 Intimate Moment

Her face flushed bright red in an instant. She froze, afraid to move, and cast her gaze around the

determined not to focus on Nathaniel’s touch.

room,

The storeroom, once familiar but now seemingly transformed by Nathaniel at some unknown time, had a cool, modern color scheme. The space appeared to have expanded, giving it a more open feel.

Nathaniel’s room remained as it always had been: meticulously organized, with even the smallest details attended to, such as a single pen perfectly placed on the far right side of the pen holder.

As Cecilia’s gaze wandered, she couldn’t help but notice Nathaniel’s hand, which was marked with scars.

Where did these scars come from?

Cecilia couldn’t help but ask, “How did you get those wounds on your hand? From glass?”

It had been a while since Nathaniel last held her like this. Breathing heavily and taking in her scent, he said, “I don’t remember.”

Only a fool would reveal the truth. If I told her, she’d realize I’ve regained most of my memory and might drive me away again.

Cecilia sighed softly. “It’s a pity you’ve forgotten so much. Have you also forgotten what previous job entailed?”

“What job?” Nathaniel asked with deliberate casualness.

“Nothing,” Cecilia replied, remembering how he had played the piano that day. She murmured, “You haven’t forgotten how to play the piano though. Is it just muscle memory?”Nôvel(D)rama.Org's content.

As she spoke, she didn’t realize that Nathaniel had been gradually leaning closer. His prominent nose was almost brushing against her flushed earlobe.

“My leg feels much better now, thank you.” Nathaniel remained silent, and Cecilia noticed her cramp had subsided. As she tilted her head to move out of his arms, her red lips accidentally brushed against his cheek.

Nathaniel’s throat tightened, and it felt as if all the blood in his body had stopped flowing.

As Cecilia prepared to step away, a sudden, powerful force pulled her back into his embrace. Before she could fully comprehend what was happening, his thin lips captured hers in a swift, passionate kiss.

It felt as though time itself had paused in that moment.

Cecilia’s vision was overtaken by the intense, close–up reflection of Nathaniel’s handsome face. Before she could react, he gently laid her down on the bed.

A faint, unexpected fragrance lingered in the air–an enticing scent that surprised Cecilia as she realized it was coming from Nathaniel’s bed.

“Nathaniel, you-” Cecilia began to resist, but her words were cut off as his lips sealed over hers. Her mind went instantly blank.

The air in the room felt suddenly stifling, the contrast between the cool air outside and the heat within the room growing more pronounced.

As Cecilia remained in a daze, a sudden, sharp knock echoed from the door outside, breaking the charged silence.

“Mommy!” The voices of the two children snapped Cecilia back to reality.

It was then that she realized half of her clothes had been removed by Nathaniel. She quickly wrapped herself in the blanket and rolled to one side.

Nathaniel, feeling Cecilia withdraw from his embrace, was visibly annoyed. The persistent knocking and shouting at the door extinguished his earlier gentleness and patience. With a surge of frustration, he yelled at the door, “Get lost!”

The sudden roar nearly frightened the two youngsters out of their wits.

Jonathan, mustering his courage, grabbed Elliot’s hand and said, “Mr. Rainsworth, we’re looking for Mommy.”

After Martha had fallen asleep, the two children had ventured out, only to discover Cecilia was missing from her room. They had heard strange noises coming from Nathaniel’s room, which seemed to be their mother’s voice.

Cecilia, who found herself lying on Nathaniel’s bed, hoped to keep this a secret from the children. Subtly, she squeezed Nathaniel’s hand, hoping he would understand.

Nathaniel addressed the two children calmly, “She’s not here; she might be in the restroom.”

“Oh, all right then. Sorry to bother you, Mr. Rainsworth,” said Jonathan, turning to Elliot. “Let’s go look elsewhere.”

As the children’s footsteps faded away, Cecilia exhaled a deep sigh of relief. She was about to rise when Nathaniel leaned in closer, his voice low and steady. “Let’s continue.”