Chapter 1071 Does It Have to Be This Way?
Seeing Freya staring at them with her big eyes, Cecilia felt extreme despair.
Because of Freya's sudden arrival, Daryl also stopped all his advances.
Cecilia wanted to push Daryl away, but he was like a giant, and she couldn't move him at all.
After a moment of shock, Freya quickly turned her back, wiggling her large buttocks, raising her hands above her head, and said, "Oh my, Mr. Fields, I didn't mean to. I heard things breaking and screaming, so I came up to see if something was wrong. I didn't expect..."
Freya's whole body was trembling, and Cecilia frowned, burying her face in the blanket with embarrassment.
"Get out!" Daryl shouted when he saw Freya still standing at the door.
"Okay, oh my!" Freya then awkwardly raised her hands, turned around, closed the door, and finally left.
After Freya left, the room fell silent.
Cecilia looked at Daryl with sad eyes. They could both hear each other's heartbeats and breathing.
However, Cecilia's breathing was due to her struggle to break free from his grip, while Daryl's was due to a primal reaction.
"Does it have to be this way?" Cecilia's voice was filled with endless sorrow.
Daryl stared at her for a moment and coldly said, "For a year, you belong to me. My demands are reasonable, aren't they?"
Daryl's words left Cecilia unable to argue. Although she knew this day would come, she still wished to delay it as long as possible.
The next moment, Cecilia immediately started hitting Daryl's shoulders and arms with her hands, saying, "I don't want to today. Let me go!"
Daryl let Cecilia hit him a few times before growling, "Cecilia, don't push your luck. My patience with you is limited!"
Hearing this, Cecilia suddenly stopped all her actions and stared blankly at Daryl.
Daryl sneered and said, "I'll make you see that I'm no worse than Barry!"
These words left Cecilia stunned, and soon she understood what Daryl meant.
Cecilia felt deeply humiliated and used all her strength to push Daryl away, but she couldn't move him.
The excruciating pain made Cecilia bite her lower lip, and her nails dug into Daryl's shoulder, but he seemed oblivious.
The unbearable pain and shame lasted for about half an hour. When he finally let her go, Cecilia wrapped herself in the sheet, lying face down on the pillow, her hair scattered messily. She felt like she had survived a disaster, but the excruciating pain continued, and she tightly closed her legs in extreme discomfort.
The messy sheets were stained with blood, and Daryl, while getting dressed, looked at Cecilia lying on the bed with a complex expression.
Daryl never expected it to be her first sex, but it was too late to change anything.
At this moment, Daryl's feelings were very complicated. He felt pity and regret for Cecilia, but also anger and jealousy. In the end, he didn't know what he felt for her.
After getting dressed, Daryl looked at Cecilia for a long time, then pulled at his lips, wanting to say something but not knowing what to say. Finally, he turned and left the room.
Outside, the sun was shining brightly. Cecilia's red and swollen eyes stared at the window screen, motionless. The tears on her cheeks had long dried, and no new tears would come.
Cecilia lay in bed for half a day and a night. She couldn't accept losing her virginity in this way. She had transformed into Daryl's woman.
Once, Cecilia had imagined becoming Daryl's woman, but she never thought it would happen this way.
Looking in the mirror, Cecilia saw a haggard face, pale complexion, and swollen eyes, and couldn't help but frown.
Cecilia knew that no matter how sad she felt, she couldn't wallow in self-pity. She hadn't attended classes for two days and needed to pull herself together.
Cecilia applied light makeup to make herself look less awful.
Then, she got dressed, grabbed her backpack, and went downstairs.
Her only wool coat had been torn by Daryl that day, and Cecilia had sewn it back together herself.
That day, he was like a beast, tearing her clothes inside and out.
Thinking about it now, Cecilia still felt a lingering fear.
As soon as she went downstairs, Freya saw her and exclaimed, "Ms. Thorne, why are you up?"
"I'm going to class," Cecilia replied.
Hearing this, Freya said, "You should rest a bit more."
"No need," Cecilia said.
Freya then hurriedly ran to the kitchen, saying, "Wait a moment, I made some soup for you. Have breakfast before you go!"
Hearing this, Cecilia, although she had no appetite, didn't want to refuse Freya's kindness. Besides, she hadn't eaten much in the past two days, and attending classes would require a lot of energy. She needed to ensure she had the strength.
As soon as Cecilia sat at the dining table, Freya placed a bowl of chicken soup in front of her.
Looking at the steaming chicken soup, Cecilia took a sip. It tasted good.
"Why did you suddenly think of making chicken soup?" Cecilia asked.
The next moment, Freya, while wiping the table, smiled and said, "Mr. Fields specifically asked me to make it. He also sent a lot of supplements."
Hearing this, Cecilia stared at Freya, thinking she had misheard, and then she wondered if he was just pretending to be kind.
Now, Cecilia hated and despised Daryl and hoped never to see him again.
But to his credit, he hadn't shown up in the past two days.
Cecilia then lowered her head and drank the chicken soup without saying another word.
Honestly, the chicken soup tasted really good.
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