Reborn From Oblivion (Nellie and Cameron) novel Chapter 972

“Get some rest, okay? I’m going to take a shower.” Nathan gave her a gentle smile, his words lingering in the air as he slipped into the bathroom.

A moment later, the sound of water running behind the door made Nathalie’s cheeks flush hot. Alone together at night, just the two of them—it felt scandalous, somehow. She couldn’t take it. With her heart racing, she hurried out.

She wandered into the garden, letting the crisp night air wash over her. The cold breeze cooled the blush from her cheeks, bringing her back to her usual pale, almost porcelain complexion. Only then did she steady herself and stand.

Above her, a thin crescent moon hung in the sky, bathing the garden in silvery light. Shadows stretched across the grass and flower beds, making the whole place feel mysterious and dreamlike.

Nathalie strolled aimlessly among the roses and hydrangeas, her thoughts drifting as she kept glancing back at Nathan’s window. The lights were still on—what could he possibly be doing at this hour? Why wasn’t he turning in for the night?

Fatigue crept up on her, heavy and sudden. She found an old wooden bench under an oak tree and sat down, her eyelids growing heavy. Before she knew it, she’d drifted off to sleep.

She dreamed—a strange, vivid dream. Nathan appeared before her, dressed in white silk pajamas, looking almost ethereal, like he’d stepped out of a painting or come down from the clouds.

“Nathalie,” he called softly, his voice so gentle it almost wrapped around her heart.

“I have to go now.”

“Go where?” Nathalie blinked at him, startled.

“Don’t be sad. I’ll come see you again soon.”

She frowned, confused and a little frightened. Something felt off. She waved her hand in front of his face. “You… you can see me?”

Nathan nodded.

Nathalie shot to her feet, stunned. “That doesn’t make sense. I’m just a soul right now. You’re alive—how can you see me?”

But the man preparing Nathan's body shook his head. “Mr. Rowland took his own life. Swallowed gold coins. It was suicide.”

Nathan’s mother collapsed, her voice lost in despair. “My son had everything. Why would he do this?”

Gavin’s tears fell, unchecked. “My wife is right. Our boy had no reason to end his life. Why… why would he do this…”

Gavin sank to the floor, sobbing. “We brought you home all those years ago, but maybe your heart never truly came back with you.”

“Your heart always belonged to her.”

Nathalie looked down at Nathan’s lifeless body, feeling as if her own heart was being squeezed tight—each breath was agony.