When Her "Death" Couldn't Break Him Novel

Chapter 729 Fallen In Love

Nathaniel’s lips thinned into a tight line, the corners of his mouth pulled taut.

He longer wanted to argue with Cecilia. Rising from the bed once more, he intended to leave.

Upon seeing the situation, Cecilia also stood up. “Have you made up your mind? Let’s go to the hospital.”

Nathaniel paid her no mind and continued on his way, inevitably bumping into the various furnishings and items within the room.

Just as he was about to hit the wall, Cecilia called out to stop him, “There’s a wall ahead!”

He halted in his tracks and began to fumble for the door’s location.

Cecilia approached, firmly taking hold of his hand.

If it were the old Nathaniel, he would have undoubtedly shrugged her hand off with disdain. However, for reasons unknown, he found himself not repulsed by it at all at that moment. More importantly, her touch seemed to freeze the blood in his veins.

Nathaniel was at a loss as to why this situation had arisen.

Cecilia roughly dragged him along, showing no gentleness as she opened the door, leading him out.

“Let’s eat first, and once we’re done, we’ll head to the hospital,” she said.

Given Zachary’s connection, Nathaniel was able to secretly visit the hospital for a check–up.

Nathaniel didn’t refuse, but he didn’t agree, either. He was led downstairs by Cecilia.

Seeing this scene from downstairs, Mason thought Nathaniel had recovered again.

“Mr. Rainsworth?”

“Get lost.”

Mason was startled. All right, it seems he hasn’t recovered yet.

Cecilia asked Mason, “Is breakfast ready yet?”

“Yes. In the dining room,” Mason replied.

“Do you want to join us for a bite?” Cecilia asked again.

Mason shook his head. “No need. I can get something to eat outside. If anything comes up, just give me a call, Mrs. Rainsworth.”

Cecilia nodded, watching him as he left.

After he left, Cecilia dragged Nathaniel to have breakfast.

She hurried back home, not having had the chance to eat.

Of course, Nathaniel hadn’t eaten anything either.

In the dining room, a delicate breakfast had already been set up. After guiding Nathaniel to sit down, Cecilia said, “The bowl is right in front of you. If it’s inconvenient for you, shall I have someone feed you?”

Feed me? Nathaniel had grown accustomed to eating on his own when he was just a year old.

Nathaniel’s expression worsened. “No need.”

He fumbled before picking up the fork

Seeing his stubbornness, Cecilia personally sliced some foie gras for him, along with some other dishes that were difficult to manage, and then placed them in his bowl.

Nathaniel quietly ate, not uttering a word.

Even when blinded, unable to see, his demeanor remained dignified.

After finishing breakfast, he put down his utensils, his thin lips parting slightly. “Mason told me I lost my sight because I was trying to save you.”

Cecilia’s hand, clutching the fork, stiffened and hung suspended in mid–air.

“I suppose so.”

“What do you mean by that?” he asked.

Nathaniel attempted to reach out and grab her, but Cecilia skillfully evaded his grasp.

‘Speak up if you have something to say. Don’t get physical,” she said.

Nathaniel withdrew his hand in resignation. “Why did I save you? What could have been my reason?”

He had always believed that he held no feelings for Cecilia, and if there were any, it was nothing but resentment.

It was because of Cecilia that he was humiliated and made a fool of, becoming the laughingstock of high society.

Cecilia didn’t want to answer that question, so she said, “I don’t know.”

Upon hearing that, Nathaniel felt a deep urge to understand his current feelings for Cecilia. Could it be true, as Mason has suggested, that over the course of six or seven years, I’ve fallen in love with Cecilia?

“Come over here,” he said.

Unsure of his reasons, Cecilia found herself leaning in closer.

Nathaniel was subtly enveloped by her gentle, milky scent, which was utterly heartwarming. He raised his slender hand and grasped Cecilia’s shoulder, pulling her into his embrace in one swift movement

Cecilia was taken aback.

Nathaniel’s body stiffened even more. His memories were still stuck in a time when he had no relationship with Cecilia.