Chapter 1062 Wailing
In her sleep, Cecilia felt someone pressing down on her and forcefully tearing at her nightgown. Startled, she screamed with all her might.
At first, Cecilia thought she was having a nightmare.
But when she opened her eyes, she was shocked to find that there really was someone on top of her, and the person's alcohol-laden breath was biting at her neck.
In the deep darkness of the night, Cecilia couldn't see the person's face clearly, only knowing that it must be someone drunk.
Frightened and angry, Cecilia struggled for a long time but couldn't budge the body on top of her.
The more she struggled, the more aggressive the body became, with hands starting to grope her all over.
In a panic, Cecilia grabbed the lamp on the bedside table and smashed it towards the person's head.
A muffled groan filled the air.
Then came a wail of pain.
Fortunately, that hands released her, and she quickly pushed the person off the bed.
The next moment, Cecilia jumped out of bed in fear and turned on the room's light.
Instantly, the room lit up.
Cecilia's eyes adjusted to the light, and she looked towards the figure.
The person was wearing a gray suit with the collar of the shirt inside open. At that moment, he was leaning painfully against the wall, holding his forehead, which was already bleeding.
When Cecilia saw that it was Daryl, she leaned against the thick curtains in fear, barefoot, staring at him helplessly.
"Why is it you?" Seeing the blood trickling down his forehead, Cecilia realized she was in big trouble; she had injured her boss.
Daryl must have drunk a lot, reeking of alcohol. He touched his forehead, looked at the blood on his hand, and became furious. "If you didn't want to, you shouldn't have signed. What do you mean by this now?"
"I didn't know it was you," Cecilia explained innocently.
Daryl opened the drawer of the bedside table, took out some tissues, and sat on the bed, wiping the wound on his forehead.
Soon, the floor was littered with blood-stained tissues.
Cecilia cautiously approached Daryl, seeing the gash she had made on his forehead, which was quite shocking.
"Maybe you should go to the hospital for a bandage?" Cecilia asked nervously.
Daryl glared at Cecilia. "Do you know how many people I'd have to explain to if I went to the hospital looking like this?"
Hearing this, Cecilia lowered her head in guilt.
Given his status, going to the hospital could cause a huge stir, and he probably didn't want to lose face.
Eventually, the bleeding on Daryl's forehead stopped.
At this point, Cecilia quickly said, "I'll get the first aid kit."
Wearing a cotton nightgown and barefoot, Cecilia ran out.
Fortunately, she had been idle today and had checked out the villa, finding where the first aid kit was.
A minute later, Cecilia returned with the first aid kit, fumbling to take out a large band-aid and carefully applying it to Daryl's wound.
When Cecilia withdrew her hand, she noticed Daryl staring intently at her.
Lowering her head, Cecilia realized she wasn't wearing a bra under her thin nightgown.
Now, the outline of her breast was fully visible.
The next moment, Cecilia quickly stepped back and crossed her arms over her breast, her face instantly turning blush.
Cecilia wanted to get angry but suddenly remembered that she was his bed partner and had already signed a contract. The next moment, she lowered her head in deep dejection.
Daryl glanced at Cecilia and said coldly, "Look at you, you have no charm at all, not the slightest bit of interest!"
With that, Daryl got up and left the room.
Looking up, Cecilia saw the bedroom was now empty, and she relaxed against the wall.
Cecilia looked down at her plain cotton nightgown with cartoon patterns. Indeed, it had no charm, but at least it helped her avoid a disaster.
Not long after, Cecilia was sure he wouldn't return, so she quickly locked the door.
After turning off the light, Cecilia lay in bed, hearing noises from the next room, thinking, 'It seems he went to sleep in the master bedroom.'
That night, she tossed and turned, finally falling asleep around three or four in the morning.
So the next day, she overslept.
When she opened her eyes, the sun was shining outside, and the clock on the wall showed it was past eight.
Cecilia sat up abruptly, dressed quickly, and after a simple wash, grabbed her backpack and ran downstairs.
As she rushed into the living room, ready to change shoes and leave, she glanced over and saw a figure sitting in the dining room.
Cecilia was startled. She thought he had already left.
The next moment, Cecilia walked into the dining room with her backpack.
At that moment, Daryl was sitting at the dining table with a simple breakfast and a glass of milk in front of him, reading documents while eating.
Cecilia wanted to greet him but didn't know what to say.
She glanced at Daryl, noticing the band-aid on his forehead, which was quite conspicuous.
"I brought you here to take care of my daily needs, not to play the hostess of the house!" Daryl said coldly without even looking up.
Hearing this, Cecilia frowned and then realized Daryl was blaming her for not getting up to make breakfast.
"Sorry, it won't happen again," Cecilia said, lowering her head.
Daryl didn't respond for a long time.
Cecilia stood there, unsure whether to stay or leave, feeling anxious because she was going to be late for class.
The next moment, Daryl suddenly looked up.
Seeing Cecilia still wearing that black wool coat, her hair in a ponytail, and the familiar backpack on her left shoulder, Daryl was momentarily stunned.
Meeting his gaze, Cecilia's heart tightened.
This look was familiar, with a touch of long-lost tenderness in his eyes.
Just as Cecilia was lost in thought, Daryl's words hit her like a cold slap, waking her up.
"I didn't prepare your breakfast," Daryl said coldly, then lowered his head to continue eating and reading documents, as if Cecilia didn't exist.
Seeing this, Cecilia lowered her eyes in disappointment and said, "I'm going to class."
Daryl didn't respond, flipping through his documents.
Cecilia then left the villa with her backpack in disappointment.
Seeing the blue sky and white clouds outside, she finally let out a long sigh of relief.
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