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Chapter 35 I Lost My Memory
Downstairs, even before Cecilia had arrived, she had noticed the private room upstairs, which offered the best view for the auction. The design of the room was special, featuring one-way glass: from the outside, no one could see inside, but those inside could clearly view the events unfolding outside. Cecilia intentionally chose a spot near the private room so that someone within it would be able to see her.
Then, as if by accident, she lifted her gaze toward the private room upstairs. It was a fleeting glance, but there was no emotion in her eyes.
Inside the private room, Nathaniel’s assistant, Mason, was taken aback. “Ms. Smith!” he exclaimed.
Suppressing his urge to rush downstairs, Nathaniel gave Mason a calm order.
“Forfeit the bidding.”
“Understood,” Mason replied.
As soon as the instructions were given, the secretary downstairs immediately stopped the bidding. The crowd was left in shock. Initially, everyone had expected a grand display of wealth, but instead, they were taken by surprise when Nathaniel decided to back out. The people in the room couldn’t understand who this woman was who dared to compete with Nathaniel for something he had set his sights on. And what shocked them even more was that Nathaniel had allowed her to win the bid.
After the auction, per the rules, the bidder had to pay before collecting the item.
Backstage, when Cecilia entered the room, she immediately noticed it was nearly empty. Her eyes found Nathaniel sitting alone on the couch. His tall, lean figure was draped in a black suit that radiated a noble aura. His cold, handsome face, with dark eyes, never left her as she stepped closer.
“Cecilia,” Nathaniel said, his voice soft, yet commanding.
His gaze bore into her, waiting for an explanation. He wondered why she had faked her death and disappeared for four long years. He was curious about where she had been and what she had been doing.
Four years had passed, and she had changed so much. The woman who had once shown no interest in her appearance now wore makeup and bright clothing, a sharp contrast to her past preference for dark outfits.
For the first time, Nathaniel realized that there was another side to his wife.
As Cecilia approached, Nathaniel’s Adam’s apple bobbed slightly. When she stopped just half a meter away from him, she greeted him coolly, “Hello, sir.”
Nathaniel blinked in surprise. Before he could react, Cecilia glanced around the room.
“Excuse me, but are you the person in charge of this auction? I’m here to make a payment and collect my item.”
At her words, Nathaniel’s expression darkened. His calm demeanor quickly shifted to a more intense one.
Rising to his full height, Nathaniel blocked the light from Cecilia’s view. His eyes narrowed as he looked down at her, his voice deep and tinged with an edge of irritation. “Who do you say I am?”
“Who are you? Do I know you?” Cecilia asked, her expression unreadable.
Nathaniel’s throat tightened, the icy aura surrounding him growing. “You don’t know me?” he murmured. “Well, let me introduce myself!”
Before Cecilia could respond, Nathaniel pulled her into a passionate kiss. The force of it left her breathless, and she struggled desperately against him.
Despite her efforts, Nathaniel held her firmly, his large hand resting on her back as his actions grew bolder. Cecilia tried to maintain control, thinking she could pretend nothing had happened, but it became impossible.
A haze clouded her vision as emotions surged. Unable to contain herself, she lifted her hand and slapped Nathaniel sharply across the cheek.
“Please, respect yourself!” she said, her voice shaky with suppressed emotion. “Four years ago, I fell seriously ill and lost my memory.”
Nathaniel froze. His body went rigid as he looked at her in disbelief, trying to process what she had said.
Taking advantage of his momentary shock, Cecilia quickly stepped back, keeping her distance, wary of his next move.
Nathaniel watched her, his emotions in turmoil. “You say you’ve lost your memory? Then how do you still recognize this necklace?”
He reached into a nearby drawer, retrieved the Trapiche emerald necklace, and tossed it in front of her.
“When have I ever failed to get what I wanted?” he muttered, his tone dark and possessive.
Cecilia remained calm. “This is a keepsake from my father; of course, I remember it.”
Nathaniel’s heart twisted painfully. So, she remembers the necklace but not me.
