Chapter 354: Very Troublesome
To the neighbors, Nathaniel had handed over only a tattered piece of paper. Could he be mad? When Cecilia returned, a neighbor pulled her aside, saying, “Your husband is handsome, but he has a strange temper. I brought you some meat, and he gave me this paper, asking me to fill in the numbers myself.” The neighbor carefully avoided calling Nathaniel mad.
Cecilia knew the neighbor misunderstood, but couldn't correct her. She simply admitted Nathaniel's temperament was peculiar. “Thank you for the food. In the future, when he's home, please don't seek him out. Wait for me.”
“Okay,” the neighbor replied, relieved. Watching Cecilia enter, she felt sympathy. How could such a fine young lady marry a blind, mad man? She remembered Cecilia as a prominent young woman who'd married a wealthy man.
Cecilia returned from the hospital after visiting Elliot and her prenatal checkup. Everything was normal. Entering the house, she found Nathaniel in the kitchen, nearly burning his hand several times.
“What are you doing?” Cecilia asked.
“Cooking,” Nathaniel replied, unflinchingly mistaking sugar for salt.
“That’s sugar, not salt…”
Nathaniel paused. “Wasn’t the salt here?”
“The positions were switched after dinner last night,” Cecilia explained, stepping closer. “Let me do it.”
She didn't want to take advantage of his blindness, but Nathaniel wouldn't relinquish the pan, continuing to stir-fry. “From now on, I’ll cook,” he declared. He regretted not inviting top chefs after Calvin’s kitchen mishap yesterday, but Cecilia wouldn't allow it.
Cecilia glanced at the blackened food. Her mouth twitched. If I eat this daily, my lifespan will shorten. “Forget it; let’s hire a housekeeper.” The caregiver's constant care for Martha left no time for cooking. Lately, Cecilia cooked and cleaned, delaying her songwriting.
Nathaniel obediently agreed. “Okay. Stop cooking. We’ll order takeout.”
Cecilia sighed. When will this end? When will Nathaniel regain his memory?
Returning to the living room, Cecilia wanted to rest, but her overseas assistant, Charlottie, called. “Have you written any new songs?”
“Not yet. What’s up?”
“I’ve landed a big deal. A big shot wants your new song,” Charlottie said.
Cecilia frowned. “They want to buy it outright?” She disliked this; it wouldn't belong to her.
“Yes. He’ll pay a high price,” Charlottie added.
“No, it’s fine,” Cecilia flatly refused. She didn't need the money.
“Okay. I’ll talk to him. Why’s the new song delayed? What troubles are you facing?” Charlottie asked, curious. Her boss, a workaholic who once wrote three hit songs in a single night, was unlike herself.
The superstar who sang those songs wanted a private meeting, but Cecilia refused. “As long as people enjoy the songs, who wrote them doesn't matter.” It was too troublesome.
Considering her assistant's words, Cecilia looked at Nathaniel, emerging from the kitchen, disheveled. Tall and reserved, he’d lost his memory overnight, became blind, and developed a completely different personality. Indeed, he was very troublesome.