When Her "Death" Couldn't Break Him Novel

Chapter 752 Do I Really Like Cecilia.

He knew he had been too impulsive just now. I shouldn’t have suggested that despite knowing Mommy would never abandon Daddy.

“I’m sorry, Mommy. I was wrong,” he apologized.

Cecilia patted him on the back. “Good.”

Elliot’s expression grew somber. He had always been aware of Cecilia’s suffering, and in his eyes, she was far more important than Nathaniel.

“Mommy, let’s go eat,” he suggested.

“All right.”

Nathaniel sat straight at the dining table, gracefully eating his meal. Upon hearing Cecilia and Elliot approach, he remained silent.

After a few bites, he stood up. “I have some matters to attend to and won’t be coming back tonight.”

Cecilia was momentarily taken aback, but didn’t say much. She simply responded, “Okay.”

It was the same old response. Nathaniel still couldn’t bring himself to believe that he had lost his memory.

He asked Mason to bring him to Royale Club, summoning Zachary and Darren.

Nathaniel was seated at the head of the table when the other two arrived.

Zachary plopped down next to Nathaniel. “Nathaniel, did the sun rise in the west today? You actually invited us out for drinks? Are you feeling better?”

Ever since Cecilia disappeared six years ago, Nathaniel had gradually stopped inviting them out, even more so after she returned.

“Stop joking. I have a question for you,” said Nathaniel.

Zachary suddenly became serious. “What?”

“Do I really like Cecilia?” Nathaniel asked.

As soon as he spoke, even Darren, who was sitting aside wordlessly, constantly thinking about his pregnant wife, couldn’t help chuckling out loud.

“Nathaniel, are you just messing with us?” he asked, taking a sip of his drink.

Zachary merely shrugged. “That’s your question? I thought it was some serious issue. Don’t you know whether you like Cecilia or not?”

Nathaniel rubbed his temples, looking troubled. “I’ve lost my memory Taken aback, Zachary asked, “Why do you still remember us?”

“I’m just missing a few years of memories,” Nathaniel responded.

Zachary wore a somber look. “This is not good, Nathaniel. You need to visit the hospital. Your condition seems severe; it might be a cranial nerve injury.”

Nathaniel’s expression remained calm. “Answer the question I just asked you first.”

It’s just amnesia. It’s not like I’m going to die.

Zachary pondered for a moment and responded without hesitation, “Is there even a need to ask? Your affection for Cecilia surpasses even the bond we share as buddies. You’re so obsessed with her that you practically want to cling to her every single day.”

After blabbering for a while, he turned and asked Darren, “Right, Darren?”

“If you didn’t care for her, why is she pregnant with another pair of your twins?” Darren chimed. in.

Nathaniel fell silent. “Let’s drink.”

“Nathaniel, you should cut down on alcohol since you’re unwell,” Zachary advised..

However, given Nathaniel’s temperament, not even Elena would be able to stop him.

Holding his glass, he drowned his frustrations in alcohol.

Zachary, concerned, pretended to go to the restroom and gave Cecilia a call as soon as he exited the room. “Cecilia, Nathaniel won’t stop drinking here in Royale Club. We can’t get him to stop.”

Cecilia hadn’t gone to bed yet; she was binge–watching a TV series.

“Think of something and bring him back,” she said.

“I’m scared of him. Could you come over? He’ll listen to you.”

Cecilia rolled her eyes. “Are you sure he’d still listen to me now?”

Zachary was at a loss for words. She’s right. Nathaniel only has part of his memories now, not much different from his

past self. He’ll never listen to Cecilia.