<strong>Chapter 245 She Still Cared For Him</strong>


    Nathaniel’s expression slightly shifted. “No returns. Take it or leave it.”


    He kicked aside the gift that was lying nearby and headed straight for the bathroom.


    Once he reached the bathroom, he felt an all–over itchiness. He took two more antihistamines before heading into the shower.


    Cecilia took a careful look around. There must have been at least a hundred gifts here, right?


    After marrying Nathaniel, she had used arge portion of her personal fortune to discreetly support hispany. As a result, there were many things she was reluctant to purchase.


    And so, she would strategize, jotting down the things she liked and noting their prices.


    Looking back, she was truly naive, and also genuinely in love with Nathaniel.


    Despite the fact that he could easily afford to buy anything she wanted with a mere flick of his fingers, she still chose to save money. All because she was worried about him encountering difficulties at work.


    Nathaniel had taken an exceptionally long bath. When he finally emerged, shock was evident in Cecilia’s eyes.


    He was surprisingly covered in hives from head to toe!


    “Nathaniel, what’s wrong?”


    Nathaniel’s breathing was somewhatbored.


    “It’s nothing, I just felt the flowers here were too fragrant.”


    “I’m going to call Mason to take you to the hospital.” Cecilia was about to pull out her phone.


    Nathaniel stopped her. “No need, a night’s rest will do the trick.”


    He had something to show Cecilia the next day.


    Cecilia assumed it was merely a trivial matter and thus, she didn’t call Mason.


    After reaching the bedroom, Nathaniely down, his brows asionally furrowing, his breathing bing noticeably heavy.


    “Nathaniel!”


    “Yes.”


    Half an hourter, the sound of an ambnce could be heard from the base of the building.


    This was the first time Cecilia knew that Nathaniel was allergic to pollen.


    She was seated in the hospital corridor, her hands tightly clenched, her expression aplex tapestry of emotions.


    Because in her memory, Nathaniel was not at all allergic to pollen.


    Mason walked over. “I didn’t expect the antihistamine to be ineffective. It’s a good thing you called me in time.”


    Cecilia looked up at him. “Has Nathaniel always been allergic to pollen?”


    Mason was taken aback. “You didn’t know?”All content is ? N0velDrama.Org.


    Everyone around Nathaniel knew just how much Cecilia loved him and how good she was to him. How could she possibly not know about his pollen allergy?


    Cecilia nodded.


    “Mr. Rainsworth is allergic to pollen,” replied Mason.


    This essentially meant it was innate.


    It was now clear to Cecilia, the man currently known as Nathaniel was indeed her husband, but he was not the one she had adored since her childhood.


    She remembered vividly that when her mother had hit her, Nathaniel had brought her flowers.


    He also said to her, “I really love flowers, but it’s a shame my family doesn’t share the same sentiment. So I can only give them to you. Can you help me take care of them?”


    It was from that time on, she took a liking to cultivating various nts and flowers at home.


    “So it wasn’t him after all…” Cecilia silently murmured.


    Mason found her rather peculiar, her appearance struck him as deeply sorrowful.


    He thought it was because of Nathaniel’s condition, so heforted, “Don’t worry, the doctor said he’s all right. Do you want to go in and check on him?”


    As soon as Nathaniel woke up just now, the first person he asked about was Cecilia.


    Cecilia shook her head. “I don’t want to see him.”


    She wanted some time alone to clear her head.


    Mason could only return to the sickroom alone. “Mr. Rainsworth, Ms. Smith doesn’t want toe over. She seems to be feeling quite guilty.”


    Upon hearing his words, Nathaniel’s eyebrows lifted involuntarily.


    He knew that Cecilia still cared about him, yet she stubbornly refused to admit it.


    Cecilia had spent the entire night at the hospital corridor, and by the break of dawn the next day, a towering figure stood before her.


    She slowly lifted her head, her eyes brimming with unshed tears.


    Nathaniel looked at her tear–filled eyes, leaned in, gently held her face, and kissed her tenderly.