<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Chapter 850 Taking Care Of Him</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">“Do you want me to help you?” Cecilia asked.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">This guy was so arrogant. Even though he clearly needed help, he beat around the bush, refusing to utter the word ‘please‘</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Nathaniel pressed his thin lips together tightly, taking a long while before he could manage to utter a single word, “Hmm.”</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">“Is this how you ask for help? Show some courtesy, will you? Repeat your request, what exactly do you want me to do?” It was a rare opportunity for Cecilia to give him a hard time. If she let him off the hook so easily, wouldn’t she be letting down the past, wounded version of herself?</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">At that moment, Nathaniel really wanted to dock Mason’s sry and leave himself in Cecilia’s care.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">He had a slight obsession with cleanliness. If he didn’t wash up, and especially if he had to sleep in an unfamiliar ce at night, he simply couldn’t fall asleep.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Moreover, even if he didn’t freshen up, he would still need to use the washroom.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Cecilia was simply taking advantage of the situation.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">“Could you show me to the washroom, please?” Nathaniel regretted his words as soon as they left his lips.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">He had never tolerated threats from anyone. In the past, Cecilia challenging him would have been a serious offense.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">But had he really just blurted that out moments ago?</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Time and again, Cecilia crossed his boundaries.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">While he was feeling down, Cecilia approached him. “Before I help you, you owe me an apology.”</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Nathaniel looked up in confusion. “An apology?”</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">“You falsely used me of being with Nichs, don’t you think you owe me an apology? I fainted in the graveyard, and he was the one who saved me,” Cecilia paused, “And you, as my husband, didn’t even ask me why I didn’te home that night, but immediately branded me as an adulteress. You even tried to force me to give up the custody of our two children and divorce you.”</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Upon hearing her words, Nathaniel couldn’t help but respond with a question of his own. “So, how would you ount for hitting me?”</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Before he could finish speaking, he continued, “Since you’ve acknowledged me as your husband, shouldn’t you exin why you didn’te home that night? Or should I be left guessing?”</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Cecilia choked up.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">“I apologize for hitting you, I’m sorry”</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">She knew that hitting someone was wrong, but she was simply too livid at that moment.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">When Nathaniel heard her apology, he responded “I</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">After uttering those words, he struggled to squeeze out a few more.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">“Sorry, the flowers I boughtst time were meant as an apology.”</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">He was never one to be unreasonable or to cause trouble without cause. If he made a mistake, he indeed should apologize.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Cecilia really hadn’t expected that the current Nathaniel would actually apologize. Could it have been that her past misunderstandings of him were too deep?</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Without giving it much thought, she said, “Let’s go, we should freshen up.”</font></font>
“Okay.”
Nathaniel stood up slowly, hesitating for a moment before reaching out for her.Text ? by N0ve/lDrama.Org.
The two arrived at the washroom, with Cecilia guiding Nathaniel’s hand, adeptly introducing him to all the toiletries inside, as well as the location of the toilet and such.
When her hand brushed against the back of Nathaniel’s hand, he felt an inexplicable sensation, as if a million ants had just crawled over it.
His Adam’s apple bobbed slightly. “Cecilia.”
“What?” Cecilia applied toothpaste to the toothbrush and handed it to him. “It’s a bit cramped here, some items are hard to ce. You go ahead and freshen up, I’ll stay nearby. If you need any help, just let me know.”
“I’ve been blind for about half a year now, haven’t I?” Nathaniel suddenly asked.
Cecilia paused for a moment, calcting in her head. It had probably been around four or five months.
“Yeah, more or less.”
She was now seventeen weeks pregnant, her belly already showing a slight bulge.
“So, you’ve been taking care of me like this even before I lost my memory?”