When Her Death Couldn't Break Him novel Chapter 409

Chapter 409 Handing Over Their Wealth To An Outsider
Cecilia found herself struggling to catch her breath, but fortunately, the kiss didn't last too long. Nathaniel's hand brushed against her flushed face, lingering there for a moment before he spoke in a low voice, “I must have scared you, didn't I?”

As Cecilia tried to pull away, intending to distance herself from him, Nathaniel abruptly pulled her back into his arms, holding her even closer.

“You're pregnant; you shouldn't move around so much.”

“You knew I was pregnant, yet you still acted this way?” Cecilia retorted, her voice laced with anger.

“We are husband and wife. A kiss between us is perfectly normal,” Nathaniel said, his tone serious as he articulated each word.

Cecilia pulled the blanket up around herself, deciding it was best to remain silent. She didn't want to continue this conversation.

Nathaniel wasn't used to her being this quiet, and it unsettled him. “Can we talk, please?” he asked, his voice tinged with a hint of desperation he hadn't intended.

“There's nothing left to discuss,” Cecilia replied coldly, “I'm going back to my room. Let me go.”

Nathaniel didn't agree, though. Instead, he tightened his hold on her, refusing to let her leave. From that moment on, he made up his mind to stay by Cecilia's side, determined to ensure that no one else could get close to her.

“Recently, I've been remembering bits and pieces of my childhood,” Nathaniel began, his voice softer now.

Cecilia looked up at him, puzzled by his sudden change in tone. Before she could ask, he continued, “Do you recall the first time I saw you? You were being bullied, and you had fallen to the ground, your knees scraped raw.”

Cecilia was taken aback. She hadn't expected him to bring this up. Truth be told, she still struggled to differentiate between her first meeting with Nathaniel and her first encounter with Nicholas during her childhood.

In her memory, the first time she met Nathaniel was when she was accompanying the butler back to the Smith residence. At that time, the two families were still neighbors. Nathaniel had been standing outside the courtyard, dressed in a white shirt.

It seemed that the first person she had actually encountered was Nicholas.

“And then?” Cecilia asked, her curiosity piqued.

“Back then, you used to call me 'Nathaniel'. Now that I think about it, I'm not even sure how you got to know me,” Nathaniel reminisced, hoping Cecilia would understand who he truly was. He didn't want to be mistaken for Nicholas any longer.