When Her Death Couldn't Break Him novel Chapter 295

Chapter 295 Work Of Art 

Cecilia’s face stiffened as she cast a somewhat awkward glance toward him. 

Nathaniel’s eyes were shrouded in darkness, his only guide being the sound of her voice. “Can you lead me to the bathroom?” he asked. 

Returning to her senses, the woman reached out. 

“Okay.” 

She helped Nathaniel get up from his bed. 

After taking him to the restroom and guiding him to where the toilet was, she left immediately. 

A considerable amount of time passed when suddenly, a loud noise echoed from the bathroom. Crash! 

Cecilia hurried over and swung the door open, only to see that Nathaniel had accidentally knocked over a glass cup from the sink counter. As he bent down to pick up the pieces, he cut his hand, and blood started to flow freely. 

“You cut your hand.” 

Cecilia stopped him immediately. 

The man, however, seized her hand in response, posing the question from the previous night once again. 

“Do you hate me?” 

Cecilia was momentarily taken aback, but she didn’t respond. Instead, she gently pulled her hand out of his grasp. 

“I called the nurse over to bandage you up.” 

Ten minutes later, the caregiver had tidied up the bathroom and replaced all the fragile and sharp objects. 

Nathaniel sat quietly in the chair, letting the nurse bandage his hand. 

Every now and then, the young nurse would steal glances at his face. Not even the scars on it could hide how handsome he was; the man was a work of art. 

The nurse’s face had turned scarlet by the time she was done bandaging his hand. 

“The wound has been taken care of, Ms. Smith,” she said. 

“Thank you.” 

Cecilia watched her leave. 

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Then, she stood up and closed the door after the nurse was gone. 

Yesterday, Nathaniel had spent the entire night in a deep sleep, and she hadn’t yet had the chance to inquire about his specific condition. 

Although the doctor had claimed that his memory loss was due to cranial nerve damage, she still found it hard to believe. 

“Do you really not remember anything. Nathaniel?” she began. 

To her surprise, Nathaniel asked in return. “Is my name really Nathaniel?” 

Cecilia was dumbfounded. 

He can’t even remember his own name? 

“Yes.” 

“Was the woman from last night really my mother?” the man asked solemnly. 

There was no denying that despite his memory loss, he was still capable of being in control. With just a few words, he had turned the tables and was now the one asking questions. 

“Yes,” Cecilia responded. 

Nathaniel fell silent for a moment before adding, “I don’t remember anything else. I only remember you and your voice. 

“Is that all?” Cecilia asked in confusion. 

“I still remember that you’re my wife, that we’re very much in love with each other,” the man. suddenly remarked with a cold undertone. 

Wife? 

In love with each other? 

Cecilia was utterly astounded by his words. 

Yet, she retorted frostily, “You’re mistaken. We were never in love. We were already planning to divorce when the accident happened.” 

Regardless of whether Nathaniel had truly lost his memory or was merely pretending, she didn’t want to deceive him. 

No sooner had she finished speaking than Nathaniel, following the sound of her voice, suddenly pulled her into his arms. “Do you not want me anymore, Darling?” 

The utterance of the word “Darling” once again left Cecilia stunned. 

Just at that moment, Elena pushed open the door. She happened to hear what Nathaniel had said