When Her Death Couldn't Break Him novel Chapter 357

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.”