Chapter 408: I Will Get Jealous

“Ask Mason to look into it,” Nathaniel responded immediately.

Cecilia shook her head. “No, you’re not his boss anymore. Don't keep bothering him. I’ve already asked Sven. Calvin said Sven was a special agent; he’s good at this sort of thing.”

Nathaniel almost forgot about his handsome, competent bodyguard. “If Sven can’t find anything, I’ll ask Calvin,” Cecilia said.

She hadn't noticed Nathaniel's growing jealousy. The mention of Calvin made her feel odd. “Why haven’t I heard from him lately?” she wondered.

Nathaniel tightened his hold. “Why don’t you ask me for help?”

Cecilia looked up at his stony face. “Aren’t you blind and memoryless?”

Nathaniel regretted his impulsive offer. He leaned toward her. “But if you do, I’ll get jealous.”

His breath brushed her face, causing her to shyly avert her gaze. “What nonsense? They’re my friends.”

Nathaniel smiled. In a magnetic voice, he asked, “And what about me? What is our relationship?”

Before she could answer, his hand covered her lips. “We’re married. I hope you’ll share everything with me and let me help you.”

Their closeness allowed Cecilia to see Nathaniel's face clearly. She had to admit, regardless of his blindness, he remained handsome.

She drew a deep breath, her voice trembling. “I’ve said it many times; we’re together temporarily. Once you regain your memory, we’ll get a divorce.”

She pulled away and retreated to her room. Vivian, needing Jonathan’s help to disrupt Roland’s arranged date for her, had borrowed him earlier that day.

Chapter 408: I Will Get Jealous

After Cecilia left, Nathaniel had Mason investigate Paula.

That night, Cecilia lay awake, troubled by Magnus's words. She finally got up and went downstairs. The living room lights were on. Nathaniel was at the computer.

Hearing her, he looked up. “Why are you up?”

She genuinely believed his eyesight was improving at times. “I can’t sleep.”

“Come here,” he said.

Cecilia walked over. “What’s the matter?”

He shut down his computer and pulled her into his embrace. “I can’t sleep either. How about we do something to cheer us up?” He’d been holding back for several months; the pregnancy was now almost three months stable.

Cecilia's face flushed. “No.”

She tried to leave his embrace, but he stood, scooped her up, and carried her to his bedroom.

“What are you doing?”

“Let’s not wake the old people. We can talk in the room.”

Nathaniel's heart raced. After gently laying her on the bed, he joined her, pulling her close. She realized how small the bed was; they had to huddle to avoid falling off.

“There’s nothing much to say. I’m going back… umm—”

Nathaniel’s kiss silenced her. She tried to pull away, but he held her firmly, kissing her fiercely and possessively.