When Her "Death" Couldn't Break Him

Chapter 487 Preoccupied In Bed

When Cecilia woke up, she found herself nestled in Nathaniel’s arms.

She glanced around and noticed that Elliot was nowhere to be found. Confusion filled her eyes.

The slight movement stirred Nathaniel, rousing him from his slumber. Without hesitation, he reached out and pulled Cecilia into his embrace.

“You’re awake?”

“Where’s Eli?” asked Cecilia.

“Yesterday, I thought the space was too cramped, so I took him to the guest room to sleep,” Nathaniel said calmly.

Cecilia stared at the bed that was more than two meters wide. How could it be considered small?

She got ready to get up.

Nathaniel’s arm tightened around her waist, his Adam’s apple bobbing slightly as he muttered, “Let’s sleep a little longer.”

Cecilia was clad in thin nightwear. They were so close to each other that they could feel the warmth radiating from each other’s bodies..

“No, I can’t sleep.”

She attempted to pry Nathaniel’s hand open.

However, Nathaniel subtly took her small hand into his own.

“Listen to me.”

He leaned close to Cecilia’s ear, whispering softly.

The man’s alluring voice, coupled with his hot breath falling on her ear, unintentionally sent a shiver down Cecilia’s spine.

She lifted her head, the sunlight streaming through the window fell on Nathaniel’s handsome face, as if it had cast a layer of golden light on him.

Cecilia’s gaze unconsciously lingered on his thin lips, finding it hard to believe that they could be this close to each other now.

In her daze, Nathaniel leaned in and gently kissed her forehead, his large hand tenderly caressing the palm of her hand.

“Ceci, I don’t feel well.”

Cecilia was taken aback. “Where do you feel unwell?”

Nathaniel gently pulled her hand downward.

Cecilia’s face instantly turned red.

“You per-”

Before she could finish, the ringtone of the phone on the bedside table cut her off.

In an attempt to reach for her phone, Cecilia bit down on Nathaniel’s arm. The man grunted in response, finally releasing her the phone.

The caller ID was Elena as she picked up the p

Cecilia was hesitant to answer, but considering her decision to start anew with Nathaniel, she eventually picked up the phone.

“Tomorrow is New Year’s, you and Nathaniel should pack up and come over today.”

“Sorry, we plan on spending the New Year at Daltonia Villa, we won’t be going back this year.”

She had already made arrangements with Nathaniel.

If the two were to start over, Nathaniel would need to respect her opinions. They would need to discuss and agree on everything they do, just like a typical married couple.

Upon hearing that Cecilia refused to return home for the New Year, coupled with the words. Cassandra had said yesterday, Elena was instantly infuriated.

“Was I asking for your opinion?”

She was just about to reprimand Cecilia for her shortcomings when, the very next second, she heard the impatient voice of her son, Nathaniel, coming from the other end of the phone. “This isn’t a request for opinion,” he said, “We’re informing you that we won’t be coming home for the New Year.”

With that, Nathaniel hung up the phone.

When Cecilia saw him defending her like this, she felt unusually warm and fuzzy on the inside.

Nathaniel placed her phone back on the bedside table, then embraced her once again.

“From now on, any tasks you don’t wish to undertake, just let me know. I’ll handle them for you.”NôvelDrama.Org owns this.

Leaning against his chest, Cecilia nodded, uttering a soft, “Mhm.”

“Shall we go back to sleep?” Nathaniel asked, his voice deep and gentle.

Cecilia wasn’t yet used to being so close with him. Coincidentally, Elliot woke up and was energetically knocking on the door.

Mommy, Mommy, are you okay?”

Mason had arrived early in the morning to find a little brat who bore a striking resemblance to his boss knocking on the door.

He immediately went upstairs.

“Hey, brat, don’t interrupt Mr. and Mrs. Rainsworth, they might be… preoccupied right now!”

He had also assumed that Elliot was of the same lineage as Calvin. After all, appearance alone couldn’t confirm kinship, only genetics could.-

The paternity test was personally arranged by him. This brat was not related to Nathaniel at all.

Upon hearing this, Elliot looked up at Mason with a displeased expression.

“What could bad mister and mom possibly be preoccupied with?”

Mason choked up, unsure of how to explain the relationship between men and women to a young boy.

After a moment of thought, he expressed with his rather rigid face, “They’re preoccupied with…. creating siblings for you.”