When Her "Death" Couldn't Break Him

Chapter 35 I Lost My Memory

Downstairs, even before Cecilia arrived, she had noticed the most luxurious and best–viewing private room for the auction upstairs.

The design of the private room incorporated one–way glass. From the outside, one couldn’t see the people inside, yet those inside could clearly view the outside.

She intentionally chose a spot where someone in the private room could see her to sit.

Then, as if unintentionally, she lifted her gaze toward the private room upstairs.

It was merely a fleeting glance, with not a hint of emotion in her eyes.

Inside the private room, Nathaniel’s assistant, Mason, was dumbstruck. “Ms. Smith!”

Suppressing his urge to rush down, Nathaniel gave orders to Mason.

“Forfeit the bidding.”

“Understood.”

Upon receiving instructions, the secretary downstairs abandoned the bid.

Everyone initially thought they were going to witness a grand display of wealth today, but to their surprise, Nathaniel had actually decided to back down.

Their faces were all filled with shock.

They wondered just who this woman was that she dared to compete with Nathaniel for something he had his eye on.

The crucial point was that Nathaniel had actually relented and allowed her to have the item.

After the charity auction, as per the rules here, the bidder was required to make the payment before they could collect their item.

At the backstage of the auction.

When Cecilia entered, the room was notably empty. Her eyes immediately landed on Nathaniel, who sat alone on the couch.

The man’s lean figure was cloaked in a black suit, exuding a noble air. His handsome, cold face and deep, dark eyes had been fixed on her since she walked through the door.

“Cecilia!”

Nathaniel gazed deeply at Cecilia, his thin lips parting slightly.

He awaited her explanation, curious as to why she had faked her death and vanished for four years. He wondered where she had been all this time, and what she had been doing.

Four years had passed, and her transformation was immense…

The woman who had previously shown no interest in dressing up had now meticulously applied makeup. Where once she used to only wear dark clothes, she had now switched to a vibrant gown…

For the first time, Nathaniel discovered that his wife had this side to her as well.

He simply watched as Cecilia drew closer to him, his Adam’s apple subtly bobbing.

Stopping half a meter away from Nathaniel, Cecilia greeted, “Hello, sir!”

Nathaniel was taken aback.

Before he could react, Cecilia glanced around.

*Excuse me, but are you the person in charge of this auction? I’m here to make a payment and collect my item.”

At that moment, Nathaniel’s face turned incredibly grim.

Nathaniel rose, his towering figure blocking most of the light from Cecilia’s view. He looked down at her. “Who do you say I am?”This text is © NôvelDrama/.Org.

His voice was deep, laced with a hint of huskiness.

“Who are you? Do I know you?” Cecilia asked, her expression calm.

Nathaniel’s throat tightened.

A chilly aura exploded from him. “You don’t know me? Well, let me introduce myself!”

Cecilia’s pupils narrowed.

Before she could react, Nathaniel brought her into a passionate and intense kiss.

Cecilia began struggling in frantic desperation as her breathing was muffled.

However, Nathaniel had her securely locked in his embrace, his large hand covering the skin of her back, his actions becoming increasingly bold.

She initially thought she could pretend as if nothing had happened, but she had failed.

A misty veil clouded her eyes and, unable to contain herself any longer, she lifted her hand and landed a harsh slap on Nathaniel’s cheek.

“Please, respect yourself! Four years ago, I fell seriously ill and lost my memory.”

Nathaniel’s body stiffened as he stopped, looking at her in disbelief.

Taking advantage of the moment, Cecilia managed to break free, stepping back with a wary

When Nathaniel saw this action, his emotions were thrown into chaos.

“You say you’ve lost your memory? Then how do you still recognize this necklace?”

He retrieved the Trapiche emerald necklace from a nearby drawer and tossed it in front of Cecilia.

When had he ever failed to obtain what he wanted?

Cecilia spoke calmly. “This is a keepsake from my father; of course, I remember it.”

So, she remembers the necklace, but not me.

Nathaniel was so exasperated that he was nearly driven to laughter.