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Chapter 119 The Words Once Said

Nathaniel was taken aback.

Didn’t she say she has a thing for gold, silver, and jewelry?

“Are you sure?” Nathaniel’s expression gradually turned cold.

Looking at his current state, Cecilia was certain that he had forgotten the words he once said in the past. “I would accept gifts from anyone, but yours is the only one I refuse!” After saying that, she pushed past Nathaniel and headed upstairs.

Watching Cecilia’s cold figure, Nathaniel directly tossed the gift box into the trash bin. Having skipped meals for the entire night and dealing with a cold, he was now experiencing a subtle stomachache.

He didn’t know what was going on with him that day. When he saw the luxurious bracelet sent by a client, he was reminded of the words spoken during the time when Cecilia lost her memory, “I told you, I don’t remember. However, I can tell you that I love makeup, and I adore vibrant, beautiful clothes. I also have a thing for gold, silver, and jewelry.”

Nathaniel’s face darkened as he sat back on the couch in anger.

The present–day Cecilia wasn’t indulging him anymore. She retreated to her room alone to freshen up and rest. The doctor had advised her to maintain a calm demeanor and refrain from staying up late. Otherwise, her condition would fluctuate.

Just the day before, she had problems with her ears again.

Nathaniel had been slumped on the couch for approximately half an hour, listening as the stirrings from Cecilia’s room upstairs gradually ceased. Only then did he confirm that this woman truly had no concern for him

anymore.

Inside the room, Cecilia took her medicine and lay in bed, gradually drifting into a dreamland. However, it wasn’t long before the already locked room door was opened with a key, and a tall figure stepped in.

The man pulled back the covers, drawing Cecilia into his embrace with a firm grip. He held her close. Feeling the familiar and pleasant scent of Cecilia, the discomfort in Nathaniel’s body seemed to alleviate a bit.

When Cecilia came to, she opened her eyes. In the pitch–black room, she couldn’t make out the man. She reached out, intending to push him away, but Nathaniel held her even tighter.

“Don’t move, let me hold you for a bit.” His voice was deep and raspy; evidently, his cold had worsened.

“Let go of me,” Cecilia demanded, noticing that his entire body was burning hot.

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“I’ve told you, don’t move around recklessly.” His Adam’s apple bobbed slightly. Cecilia listened to the sound of his strong heartbeat, instinctively shrinking back a bit. But the man’s long arm swiftly reached out, pulling her back into his embrace once more.

Nathaniel leaned against her, but unlike the previous time, he found himself even more unable to fall asleep. He was never a gentleman, and his wandering hands began to roam everywhere.

Cecilia instinctively moved away. “What are you doing?”

“Don’t you want it?” Nathaniel asked seriously. “Weren’t you unwilling to give up? Now, you have the opportunity.” It seemed as though his body temperature had risen even higher.

“I don’t need this kind of opportunity.” Cecilia retreated further, finding herself with nowhere else to go.

“Too late.”

At some point, unbeknownst to anyone, Nathaniel had stripped off all his clothes. When he embraced her once again, she could feel every part of him. Nathaniel didn’t give her any chance to resist; he kissed her dominantly and passionately,

Shivering under the weight of it all, Cecilia yearned to bear Nathaniel’s child as soon as possible. She saw it as the only way to save Elliot.

Watching Cecilia’s somewhat reluctant movements, Nathaniel couldn’t help but feel a pang of jealousy well up within him. “What, so it’s unacceptable if it’s me, but it’s okay if it’s Calvin?”

Smack!

No sooner had Nathaniel finished speaking than he was met with a sharp slap from Cecilia. The slap that Cecilia dealt was far from light. After she struck him, she herself was stunned.

Nathaniel’s face was burning hot as he tilted his head to the side, his brows slightly furrowed. He. didn’t say a word, continuing to do as he pleased.

Involuntarily, Cecilia tightened her grip on his shoulders. Nathaniel was no greenhorn; he clearly sensed her discomfort, his Adam’s apple subtly shifting.

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