<strong>Chapter 96 Taking Things For Granted</strong>


    “I’ve been eating your cooking for three years. I don’t mind this time either,” Nathaniel replied.


    Cecilia chuckled lightly. Once the vegetables arrived, she headed to the kitchen to prepare the meal.


    In truth, she didn’t know how to cook before. It was only after marrying Nathaniel that she gradually learned.


    Nathaniel had never shown gratitude before, always taking things for granted, just as he was doing at that moment.


    Nathaniel was sitting quietly in the living room, but his gaze remained fixed on Cecilia. It was as if he could never tire of looking at her, no matter how many times he did.


    Cecilia served dish after dish onto the table. She also specifically added a little something extra to Nathaniel’s favorite lemon butter fish.


    The two of them sat down facing each other.


    It had been a long while since Nathaniel shared a meal with her, yet he hadn’t touched his fork.


    Cecilia served him arge piece of fish, cing it on his te. “You said you wouldn’t mind.”


    Upon hearing that, Nathaniel picked up his fork and knife, calmly eating the fish from his te.


    Cecilia was watching him, feeling particrly anxious because she had added a sleep–inducing drug to the fish.


    Cecilia was afraid that the portion might not be enough, so she ced more of the fish dish onto. his te.


    Nathaniel looked at her with his deep, dark eyes. “Why aren’t you eating?”


    “I’m not very hungry. You should eat more,” said Cecilia, nervously pinching her palm before she started eating other dishes.


    Without uttering another word, Nathaniel quietly finished his meal alongside her.


    After finishing the meal, he didn’t feel the slightest bit of sleepiness.


    Cecilia was somewhat dumbfounded. Did I put too little of the drug into the dish?


    Cecilia got up and headed toward the kitchen. “I’ll pour a cup of water for you.”


    Nathaniel, however, firmly grasped her wrist.


    She was exceptionally attentive that day, but he recalled she said she didn’t like him.


    Thus, he wondered if everything she did before was just an act, and only at that moment was she revealing her true intentions.


    Startled, Cecilia thought he had discovered something.


    However, he asked, “Isn’t there water in the living room? Why do you need to go to the kitchen?”


    Cecilia exhaled in relief. “I wanted to grab a bottled water.”


    “No need,” Nathaniel murmured. His gaze was locked on Cecilia’s stunning amber eye as his Adam’s Apple bobbed slightly. “I’m not thirsty.”


    His grip did not loosen. Instead, he held her even tighter.


    “Cecilia, be honest. Do you still have feelings for me?” He suddenly blurted out.


    Before Cecilia could gather her thoughts, Nathaniel spoke again, exining, “You mentioned that you’ve lost your memory, right? I want to know, after losing your memory, do you still have feelings for me?”


    In that moment, it seemed as if the air itself had frozen.


    Cecilia was at a loss for how to respond to him.


    To be honest, after she divorced Nathaniel and left, she no longer held any expectations toward their rtionship.


    She gradually pried open Nathaniel’s tightly sped hand. “Mr. Rainsworth, to bepletely honest, you’re exceptional. I can never reach the heights you’ve achieved, but I still greatly admire you.”


    Admire, but not like, huh? Nathaniel could still recall what Cecilia said when she confessed in the past, “Nathaniel, I like you, and it’s not just because you’re exceptional. No matter who your be, I will still like you.”


    Back then, Cecilia stood at the entrance of Rainsworth Group like an idiot.


    At that moment, Nathaniel’s throat tightened. “So, are you saying that you have no feelings for me anymore?”


    He rose to his feet, cornering Cecilia against the wall, and leaned in close to her, his head lowered.


    The two were so close they could hear each other’s breath.


    “Who do you like then? Is it Calvin? Why didn’t hee back with you?” Nathaniel persistently asked.


    Cecilia panicked as she eximed in her mind. Why hasn’t Nathaniel fallen asleep yet? What is going on? “Mr. Rainsworth, you might have misunderstood something.”


    Nathaniel was unhappy as he touched her slightly burning cheeks. “You didn’t use to wear


    I don’t like it, huh? The corners of Cecilia’s eyes were slightly red, and she smiled bitterly. “Have you ever considered that it’s not that I dislike wearing makeup, nor that I don’t enjoy dressing up in beautiful clothes?”Content (C) N?v/elDra/ma.Org.


    Nathaniel choked up.