When Her "Death" Couldn't Break Him Novel

Chapter 82 Do You Want Me

He quickly reversed the car.Contentt bel0ngs to N0ve/lDrâ/ma.O(r)g!

The car window rolled down. Nathaniel closed the laptop he held in his hands and turned his piercing gaze toward Cecilia.

Today, she donned an ivory backless gown, which accentuated her already fair complexion even more.

Astonishment flickered in Nathaniel’s eyes.

However, he wasn’t curious because he had been informed by the bodyguard when she and Vivian were on their way to Rainsworth Manor.

“What a coincidence,” he said with a half–smile.

Cecilia’s eyes

shimmered. “Yeah, what a coincidence.””

“Get in the car.”

Nathaniel didn’t say anything more.

Cecilia didn’t refuse. She got in the car and sat next to him.

“Did you come specifically to see me?”

This path was unknown to outsiders. Only his driver knew how to navigate it.

“I want to see if I can recover my lost memories here,” Cecilia lied calmly.

Nathaniel’s expression was inscrutable when he heard that.

He said to the driver, “Let’s head back to my place first.”

Nathaniel was talking about his place in Rainsworth Manor.

“Sure.”

Cecilia hadn’t yet grasped his intentions.

Nathaniel looked at her solemnly. “If you want to recover your lost memories, you should start from our matrimonial home.”

Their new home was Daltonia Villa, but on their wedding day, their matrimonial home was situated in Rainsworth Manor.

Nathaniel’s room was the same as before, uniformly monochromatic.

He walked in and began to undress right in front of Cecilia.

Chapter 82 Do You Want Me

First, he removed his suit jacket, then he methodically undid the buttons on his cuffs and collar.

Cecilia was taken aback.

Her posture was

posture was somewhat stiff.

She averted her gaze, not anticipating that Nathaniel would act in such a way.

Nathaniel looked at her calmly, noticing that her face had turned red.

He approached her deliberately and asked, “Why don’t you dare look at me? Don’t you want to recover your memory?”

The man’s gaze traveled from top to bottom, burning with intensity.

Cecilia’s cheeks felt as if they were on fire. Aren’t I supposed to be the one seducing Nathaniel? Why does it feel like things are changing?

She suppressed her swirling emotions, slowly lifting her head. The man’s white shirt was already completely unbuttoned.

Looking up, she found herself meeting Nathaniel’s eyes.

Nathaniel’s throat tightened.

He firmly grasped her wrist, guiding her hand to rest on his body. “Feel it. Does it feel familiar?”

When Cecilia’s hand brushed against his firm abdomen, a burning heat radiated from her palm.

She feigned calmness.

“I still don’t remember.”

Her hand trembled slightly as it aimlessly moved around.

Nathaniel’s entire body tensed up, yet he still perceived the fear within her heart.

She’s clearly nervous, but she keeps pretending to be experienced.

Nathaniel’s lips curved upward. He effortlessly lifted Cecilia in his arms, backing her against the wall, and kissed her.

At that moment, the banquet had already begun.

Elena had been waiting, but there was no sign of Nathaniel. According to the driver, he had returned to his room.

So, she went over to find him.

Before the banquet, she had already encountered numerous young ladies from affluent families, each one of them exceptionally remarkable.

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Chapter 82 Do You Want Me

The thought of having met Jonathan today only added to her urgency, fueling her desire for Nathaniel to have a child as soon as possible.

Upon arriving at Nathaniel’s room, she noticed that the door was left ajar, not fully closed.

She slowly pushed the door open, only to find Nathaniel and Cecilia sharing a kiss.

Immediately, Elena averted her gaze.

Though she wasn’t fond of Cecilia, the thought of having a grandson made her hesitate for a while before she decided to leave.

Meanwhile, Cecilia was getting light–headed from the kiss.

Nathaniel merely kissed her. No matter what she did, the man simply refused to take the next step.

She furrowed her brows, clenched her teeth, and with a surge of courage, she reached out.

Nathaniel swallowed hard twice, then suddenly halted. He swiftly grasped her hand.

“Do you want to recover your memory, or do you want me?”