, Chapter 295 Work Of Art , Cecilia’s face stiffened as she cast a somewhat awkward glance toward him. , Nathaniel’s eyes were shrouded in darkness, his only guide being the sound of her voice. “Can you lead me to the bathroom?” he asked. , Returning to her senses, the woman reached out. , “Okay.” , She helped Nathaniel get up from his bed. , After taking him to the restroom and guiding him to where the toilet was, she left immediately. , A considerable amount of time passed when suddenly, a loud noise echoed from the bathroom. Crash! , Cecilia hurried over and swung the door open, only to see that Nathaniel had accidentally knocked over a glass cup from the sink counter. As he bent down to pick up the pieces, he cut his hand, and blood started to flow freely. , “You cut your hand.” , Cecilia stopped him immediately. , The man, however, seized her hand in response, posing the question from the previous night once again. , “Do you hate me?” , Cecilia was momentarily taken aback, but she didn’t respond. Instead, she gently pulled her hand out of his grasp. , “I called the nurse over to bandage you up.” , Ten minutes later, the caregiver had tidied up the bathroom and replaced all the fragile and sharp objects. , Nathaniel sat quietly in the chair, letting the nurse bandage his hand. , Every now and then, the young nurse would steal glances at his face. Not even the scars on it could hide how handsome he was; the man was work of art. , The nurse’s face had turned scarlet by the time she was done bandaging his hand. , “The wound has been taken care of, Ms. Smith,” she said. , “Thank you.” , Cecilia watched her leave, 1

/3 , rears , Then, she stood up and closed the door after the nurse was gone. , Yesterday, Nathaniel had spent the entire night in a deep sleep, and she hadn’t yet had the chance to inquire about his specific condition. , Although the doctor had claimed that his memory loss was due to cranial nerve damage, she still found it hard to believe. , “Do you really not remember anything. Nathaniel?” she began. , To her surprise, Nathaniel asked in return. “Is my name really Nathaniel?” , Cecilia was dumbfounded. , , , , can’t even remember his own name? , “Yes.” , “Was the woman from last night really my mother?” the man asked solemnly. , There was no denying that despite his memory loss, he was still capable of being in control. With just a few words, he had turned the tables and was now the one asking questions. , “Yes,” Cecilia responded. , Nathaniel fell silent for a moment before adding, “I don’t remember anything else. I only remember you and your voice. , “Is that all?” Cecilia asked in confusion. , “I still remember that you’re my wife, that we’re very much in love with each other,” the man. suddenly remarked with a cold undertone. , ? , In love with each other? , Cecilia was utterly astounded by his words. , Yet, she retorted frostily, “You’re mistaken. We were never in love. We were already planning to divorce when the accident happened.” , Regardless of whether Nathaniel had truly lost his memory or was merely pretending, she didn’t want to deceive , No sooner had she finished speaking than Nathaniel, following the sound of her voice, suddenly pulled her into his arms. “Do you not want me anymore, Darling?” , The utterance of the word “Darling” once again left Cecilia stunned. , Just at that moment, Elena pushed open the door. She happened to hear what Nathaniel had said , 283 , Pearls , She immediately stepped back, closing the door once again. , Cecilia desperately tried to push Nathaniel away, but he held onto her tightly, refusing to let go. , “My eyes will get better, Darling. Don’t leave me,” he pleaded. , How could he ever refer to her as his darling if it were before? , He certainly wouldn’t stoop so low as to beg her either. , Cecilia was skeptical about him losing his memory, yet she couldn’t find any evidence to prove otherwise. , She clenched her fist as she concluded mercilessly, “The doctor said your eyes will never get better.” , Nathaniel’s towering figure stiffened. , Unfazed, Cecilia continued, “Stop pretending to have amnesia, Nathaniel. Whether loss is real or fake, I’m still going to insist on a divorce.” , your memory , As she spoke, she could feel the strong arms around her gradually loosening their grip. , Gifts , , , , , Search the website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.