When Her "Death" Couldn't Break Him (Cecilia and Nathaniel)

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Chapter 365 You Are Free To Leave

“What are you doing? Let go.”

Cecilia was about to push him away, but he only held her tighter and gently grasped Cecilia’s small hand with his

other hand.

“Don’t move. We wouldn't want to harm our child.”

After he finished speaking, another thought cto him. “By my calculations, it should be almost three months

now, right? Let's go for a prenatal checkup today.”

Cecilia frowned. He just remembered?

“I went for a checkup a while ago. The child is very healthy. And letrepeat, the child is not yours.

Nathaniel was unfazed. He picked up Cecilia and headed upstairs.

“Nathaniel, putdown. I'm not going back to the room,” Cecilia demanded, gripping his arm tightly.

Nathaniel, seemingly impervious to pain, refused to let go.

Cecilia realized that he had been overstepping his bounds these days.

After carrying her into the room, Nathaniel gently closed the door behind him and carefully placed her on the

bed..

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“Listen to me.”

Cecilia was somewhat speechless. She hadn't expected that even with his blindness, she was still no match for

him physically.

She was truly tired. She couldn't be bothered to deal with Nathaniel anymore and unknowingly drifted off to

sleep.

Nathaniel listened to the woman's steady breathing, ensuring she was sound asleep before he left the room.

Mason had been waiting outside for quite stime.

Upon seeing him emerge, he immediately opened the car door.

The car pulled into the most luxurious building in Sparaville.

The country’s finest psychiatrists were present, and the place was filled with an array of equipment.

Lying on a piece of equipment, Nathaniel continued his treatment. Recently, it seemed that his memory was

becoming increasingly clear.

For reasons unknown, the clearer things became, the more he felt enveloped by loneliness.

Most of his childhood memories had resurfaced, and images of his past with Cecilia began to emerge in his mind.

Images of their wedding moment surfaced, along with the realization of being played. The countless mocking

gazes and words directed at him were vivid in his memory.

Suddenly, Nathaniel opened his eyes. His face was filled with a chilling aura.

“Mr. Rainsworth, are you okay?” the doctor asked in a hurry, having just noticed that Nathaniel’s heartbeat was

erratic and his brainwav were weak.

Nathaniel tightly clenched his hand, his forehead slick with a sheen of perspiration. “I'm fine,” he assured.

“That's it for today’s treatment,” the doctor immediately stated.

If things were to continue in this manner, he feared that Nathaniel would not be able to cope for a while.

Nathaniel did not persist with his request.

On the journey back hby car, he remained silent throughout.

His sight was shrouded in darkness. He was unable to see at all. It seemed to perfectly mirror the intentions of

certain individuals.

“Mr. Rainsworth, we've arrived,” said Mason.

“Okay.”

Nathaniel stepped out of the car.

Mason watched him return to the house.

Cecilia had awakened. She was assisting the chef in the kitchen.

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Seeing Nathaniel return, she asked, “How’s your memory recovery going?”

Even though he recalled the humiliating memories of the past, when he heard Cecilia's voice, his breath hitched

as if he had done something wrong. He avoided her gaze.

“The doctor said my memory can’t be restored,” Nathaniel replied in a muted tone, “but the physical injuries

have mostly healed.”

When he lost his memory, he assured Cecilia that he would definitely find a way to regain his memories.

But now that sof his memories had returned, he didn’t dare to tell her.

Nathaniel approached, a serious look on his face. “So, you really wantto regain my memory?”

“Of course, once you've regained your memory, you're free to leave,” Cecilia promptly replied.

So this was the plan all along?

Nathaniel’s lips curled into a self-mocking smirk.

Cecilia hadn't noticed his change. “Cover here and serve the dishes. Why are you just standing there like a

fool? | don’t keep those who eat for free.”

Nathaniel’s throat tightened once again.

Though he was reluctant to heed Cecilia’s words, his legs had acted before his mind, carrying him in front of the «

woman. Without thinking, he reached out his hand.

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