Pampered by My Secret Husband-Chapter 803 - 805: Cecilia Branford’s Aura and Identity

Unwilling to blink, she looked at him almost greedily.

Sitting on the horse, Miss Cecilia Branford paused and looked at Lucifer, her hand holding the reins tightened slightly, almost imperceptibly.

Leo stepped forward, came to Miss Cecilia Branford’s side, holding the reins, and extended a hand, "Miss Cecilia Branford, Your Highness has come to see you."

Miss Cecilia Branford never allowed anyone in Onassis Castle to address Lucifer as Your Highness, because that made her feel a distance between them, so she only permitted calling him Young Master.

Leo knew this rule very well, yet at this moment, he addressed Lucifer as Your Highness.

Sitting on the horse, the corner of Miss Cecilia Branford’s mouth hooked slightly, the arc was faint and fleeting.

She grasped Leo’s hand and dismounted gracefully.

"Miss Cecilia Branford, please cleanse your hands," a servant immediately presented a wet towel.

Miss Cecilia Branford took the towel, wiped her hand, and her gaze turned towards Lucifer.

Just then, Lucifer walked up to her, a faint smile on his lips, observing her, "It seems my Cecilia Branford has almost recovered."

"Lucifer, you’re here," a hoarse voice sounded.

Miss Cecilia Branford gazed at him, fearless.

Compared to the last time he came to see her after waking from her coma, her eyes were no longer filled with nervousness and anxiety, making it hard to associate the current fearless her with the timid demeanor at that time.

"How is your recovery?"

Concerned words that Lucifer had to say, with so many people present, even if they didn’t know the inside story, he still had to put on a good show.

"The doctor says I’m recovering well, just that my throat will take some time to heal, and my memory..."

Saying this, Miss Cecilia Branford raised her hand and tapped her head in frustration, "I still can’t remember anything."

"It’s alright, if you can’t remember, then don’t force it," Lucifer raised his hand and held hers, not allowing her to self-harm like this.

Miss Cecilia Branford lifted her eyelids and smiled with curved lips, "Lucifer won’t blame me, right?"

"Of course not, my greatest wish is for my Cecilia Branford to be safe and healthy."

The words ’safe and healthy,’ he bit down heavily.

Miss Cecilia Branford laughed, grasping his hand in return, "Don’t worry, I will cooperate with the doctor and continue treatment."

"That’s good then."

Lucifer glanced around at these men and women, whom Miss Cecilia Branford had never thought worth associating with.

He squinted slightly, "Cecilia Branford, why are these people here?"

"They heard about my car accident and injuries and came to see me. Lucifer, they mean well, and I don’t want to brush off their kindness."

Is it truly not wanting to brush off their kindness, or is she eager to bask in the glory and identity of Cecilia Branford?

Lucifer chuckled coldly in his heart, but his face remained doting, he raised his hand and ruffled her head, "As long as Cecilia is happy, how could I get mad at you?"

Miss Cecilia Branford laughed, "Then I’m relieved."

Lucifer didn’t find any flaws, which was a great affirmation for her.

Moreover, with Lucifer’s acknowledgment, who would dare to doubt?

Don’t forget, she now has sequelae from the serious injuries of the car accident, her vocal cords are damaged, and she has lost her memory.

Even if her behavior deviates slightly from before, as someone with amnesia, it’s justifiable.

Lucifer let her continue to enjoy herself without having to worry about him.