When Her "Death" Couldn't Break Him

Chapter 517 Regained His Memory

After putting Eli to sleep, Cecilia stepped out of the room.

Nathaniel had already returned to the living room, engrossed in a Braille book.

“Has he slept?” he asked.

Cecilia nodded. “Mmm–hmm. Aren’t you going to bed yet?”

“I’m wait for you to sleep with me,” Nathaniel said, closing his book and looking up at her.”

Cecilia felt a little awkward. “Maybe we should sleep separately.”

“Why?”

A gentle breeze brushed against her, causing Cecilia’s cheeks to feel somewhat flushed. “I’m pregnant now. It wouldn’t be convenient for us to sleep together.”

“In a two–meter bed, there’s no way I could crowd you and the child out.”

As Nathaniel spoke, he rose to his feet. With a few strides, he found himself in front of Cecilia. Extending his hand, he gently touched her arm and took hold of it.

His hand was searing hot, a warmth she could feel even through the fabric.

“But I’m used to sleeping alone…”

Before Cecilia could finish speaking, she was abruptly swept off her feet by Nathaniel.

When her body left the ground, panic instantly set in. Seeing how high she was from the ground, she couldn’t help but grab Nathaniel’s arm.

“Stop messing around. Put me down now.”

Nathaniel didn’t respond. Instead, he carried her back to their room, carefully laying her down. on the large bed.

Cecilia attempted to get up and leave, but he anticipated her reaction. He caught her hand, pulling her into his embrace as they lay down together.

“Enough. There’s no other bedroom prepared. It won’t hurt to sleep with me for a night.”

Nathaniel’s breath quickly washed over her.

Cecilia no longer resisted. She closed her eyes, hoping to fall asleep quickly.

Nathaniel’s breathing was heavy and his hand was exceptionally warm. The more she wanted to fall asleep quickly, the more elusive sleep became.

She shifted around uncomfortably.

Nathaniel grunted in frustration, his large hand shifting downwards.

“Stay still, darling,” he said.

Upon discovering something. Cecilia instantly froze.

“Can’t sleep? Want to talk?” Nathaniel asked suddenly.

“Talk about what?”

Cecilia looked up, a puzzled expression on her face as she gazed at him.

“Let’s talk about what happened to you abroad.”

Nathaniel had Mason investigate Cecilia’s activities during her four to five years abroad. He found. out that she composed music and was a renowned composer. He also discovered that she had always been with Calvin.

However, he didn’t learn of her having relationships with any other men.

Cecilia was taken aback by his sudden question. She was reminded of those years abroad. If it hadn’t been for Calvin and Martha, she wouldn’t have been able to endure the hardship. especially while pregnant.

“When I was overseas, my life was all about taking care of the kids and working. Nothing particularly interesting happened.”

Cecilia didn’t want to discuss that period of time. Closing her eyes, she said, “I’m tired. Let’s. sleep.”

The more she reacted that way, the more curious Nathaniel became about what happened to her while she was abroad.

That very night, he instructed Mason to continue the investigation, ensuring that no one close to Cecilia was overlooked.

After hanging up the phone Nathaniel was standing on the balcony when he received another call. It was from Nicholas.

“Nathaniel, you wouldn’t mind meeting up now, would you?”

Late at night, it was snowing heavily. Even from within the car, one could feel the chill outside.

The heater was running in Nicholas‘ car, yet he was still bundled up in a heavy overcoat.

Nathaniel got straight to the point as he opened the door. “What’s up?”

“Nothing in particular. I just thought about our childhood.”

Nicholas handed Nathaniel a cup of coffee. “Back then, you always let me have my way, unlike now, where you always compete with me for everything

Nathaniel did not take the coffee.

“Cecilia isn’t yours. There’s no point in you constantly harping on the matter.”This is property © of NôvelDrama.Org.

Nicholas‘ eyes glistened coldly. He took a sip of coffee, but it did little to dispel the chill in his heart.

“The child really resembles Ceci. It’s just a pity you can’t see.”

Being blind was the greatest regret of Nathaniel’s life.

“What exactly are you trying to say?”

“You’ve regained your memory, haven’t you?” Nicholas asked at a leisurely pace.