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Chapter 82: Do You Want Me
The car quickly reversed, its tires humming against the driveway. The window rolled down, and Nathaniel, who had been absorbed in his laptop, closed it with a decisive snap. He looked at Cecilia with his piercing gaze, his eyes momentarily widening as he took in her appearance.
Today, Cecilia wore an ivory backless gown, which highlighted her fair complexion, almost making her glow. A flicker of surprise passed across Nathaniel’s face, but he quickly masked it.
“What a coincidence,” he remarked with a half-smile.
Cecilia’s eyes shimmered, matching his tone. “Yeah, what a coincidence.”
“Get in the car,” he instructed, his voice calm but firm.
Without hesitation, Cecilia slid into the car beside him. As the vehicle began to move, a question hung in the air.
“Did you come specifically to see me?” Nathaniel asked, his voice low and measured.
Cecilia hesitated for just a moment, then responded with an even tone. “I want to see if I can recover my lost memories here.”
Nathaniel’s expression remained unreadable, but something in his eyes shifted. He spoke to the driver without a hint of surprise, “Let’s head back to my place first.”
Cecilia wasn’t sure what to make of his response, but she didn’t protest. Nathaniel’s place at Rainsworth Manor was where they had spent their wedding night, a home that had never quite felt like home to her.
As they entered the manor, Nathaniel led her through the familiar halls to his room. The space was just as she remembered—monochromatic, clean, and cold.
Without a word, he began to undress.
Cecilia froze, taken aback. He removed his suit jacket with deliberate ease, unbuttoned his cuffs, and then his shirt collar, each movement measured and slow.
Her posture became stiff, and she quickly averted her gaze, not expecting him to act this way.
Nathaniel, however, was watching her closely. He noticed the way her face flushed with heat. He took a deliberate step forward, his gaze intense as it locked with hers.
“Why don’t you dare look at me?” he asked, his voice dark with something she couldn’t quite place. “Don’t you want to recover your memory?”
His words made her heart skip a beat. Cecilia felt a sudden rush of emotions. The room felt too hot, too charged.
She fought the impulse to shrink away, forcing herself to meet his eyes. But when she looked up, she found herself staring at his chest, now exposed. His white shirt hung open, and his body was as defined as she remembered.
Nathaniel’s throat tightened at the sight of her gaze lingering on him. He moved forward and took her wrist, guiding her hand to his bare skin.
“Feel it. Does it feel familiar?” he asked, his voice laced with something like challenge.
As her palm brushed against his firm abdomen, a surge of warmth radiated from his body, making her hand tremble slightly.
She tried to keep her composure. “I still don’t remember.”
Her hand wandered aimlessly over his chest, her touch betraying her inner turmoil.
Nathaniel’s entire body tensed. He saw through her feigned calmness—her nervousness was palpable.
A smile tugged at the corner of his lips, but it wasn’t one of kindness. It was something more calculating. He swiftly lifted her off the ground, backing her against the wall, and kissed her deeply.
At that very moment, the banquet had already begun. Elena, waiting for Nathaniel to make his appearance, was growing impatient. She had been informed that Nathaniel had returned to his room. Her eyes narrowed. After meeting several young ladies from prominent families and having a few conversations with them, she felt the urgency of the situation pressing down on her.
She had already seen Jonathan that day, which only made her more anxious. She wanted Nathaniel to have a child soon. Her thoughts raced as she walked toward his room.
Upon reaching the door, she noticed it was ajar. Curious, Elena pushed it open slowly. What she saw made her stop dead in her tracks.
Nathaniel and Cecilia were locked in a kiss.
Her immediate reaction was to avert her gaze. Despite her complicated feelings toward Cecilia, the thought of a potential grandson made her pause. A long moment of hesitation passed before she decided to leave them in peace.
Inside the room, Cecilia was feeling light-headed from the kiss. Nathaniel kissed her, but no matter how much she tried to respond, he refused to take things further.
Her brow furrowed as frustration and confusion mixed within her. Was this how it would always be?
With a deep breath and a surge of courage, she reached for him, her hands sliding up to his chest. But just as things were beginning to escalate, Nathaniel stopped abruptly.
He pulled back, grasping her hand tightly, and his gaze darkened. His voice was low and intense as he asked, “Do you want to recover your memory, or do you want me?”
