When Her "Death" Couldn't Break Him Novel

Chapter 771 Do You Feel Hot

Elliot, puzzled, saw Nathaniel washing his hands, with soap splattered everywhere.

Cecilia was cleaning the messy sink and grumbling, “Can’t where everything is and in what order you should tell you have asked Mason to them?”

Cecilia had expected Nathaniel to summon her for an important matter. Instead, she discovered that he needed her help with something quite mundane. He couldn’t find the soap, body wash, shampoo, and other toiletries because he was blind and was too embarrassed to ask Mason for assistance.

He had been fumbling around on his own, making a huge mess in the bathroom. However, he actually had the audacity to ask Cecilia to clean up the mess for him.

“Why didn’t you ask Jessica to come and clean up for you?” she grumbled.

Listening to her complaints, he was in disbelief, surprised that Cecilia, who used to be compliant and submissive, was now audacious enough to criticize him.

“Have I been too kind to you these past few years?” he asked.

“What do you think?” She grabbed his hand after tidying everything.

Nathaniel pulled his hand away instinctively, frowning with disdain.

Cecilia’s annoyance grew. “How am I supposed to tell you where everything is if you don’t feel it with your hand?”

Nathaniel, after much reluctance, extended his hand with a look of impatience. Cecilia, seized by a playful impulse, decided to tease him.

Instead of taking his hand, she lifted her freshly washed, still–damp hand and gave him a playful smack across the face.

The man flew into a rage. “What are you doing?”

Cecilia was satisfied to see how annoyed he was. “Nothing. I just noticed your skin was a bit dry. so I thought I’d help you hydrate it.”

With that, she extended her other hand, rubbing Nathaniel’s face.

She had never seen Nathaniel indulge in any skincare routine, yet his complexion was remarkably fair and his skin strikingly smooth and nearly poreless. Up close, he looked like an anime character brought to life. It was no wonder he attracted attention wherever he went.

Clearly, God’s craftsmanship had favored him–his strikingly handsome face would have made him a sought–after beauty with a high net worth, even if he hadn’t been born into wealth.

Cecilia found herself completely mesmerized by his charm.

Nathaniel couldn’t stand it any longer, gripping her wrists. “Are you done?”

His eyes were a deep, impenetrable black.

He was surprised at how audacious Cecilia had become.

Restrained, she finally stopped rubbing his face and said, “Yes.”

Nathaniel slowly let her go, and she took his hand, guiding him. “Just press this gently, and the foam will come out. You don’t need to exert so much force, or you’ll get it everywhere.”

Elliot was met with the harmonious scene of his mother gently guiding his father as soon as he arrived, finally relieved.

Thank goodness they didn’t fight.

Cecilia guided Nathaniel through the entire bathroom, meticulously explaining where every item was placed. As she held his hand, an unexpected warmth spread through him, stirring an unfamiliar sensation in his heart..

“Do you feel hot, Cecilia?”

“It’s only April; not at all. What’s the matter?”

Nathaniel pursed his lips. “Nothing.”

At last, after informing Nathaniel where his clothes were placed, Cecilia let go of his hand.

“All right. You should have remembered where most things are, right? Now, there’s something I’d like to ask you,” she said.