Chapter 1078 Palpitations
The next moment, Cecilia quickly withdrew her hand and said, "I'll go make breakfast now, or we'll be late!"
After saying that, Cecilia turned to head back into the kitchen.
But Daryl stepped forward to block her way, frowning. "You're injured, you can't make breakfast."
"But you have to go to work, and I have to go to school. How can we manage without breakfast?" Cecilia's heart was in turmoil, so her words were a bit incoherent. She was still immersed in the atmosphere from earlier.
Hearing this, Daryl opened the fridge, glanced at the food inside, and said, "There's milk and bread. We can make do with that."
"Alright." Cecilia nodded and stepped forward to get the milk and bread from the fridge.
But Daryl stopped her, saying, "I'll do it."
The next moment, Daryl took out the bread, sliced some bacon, fried an egg, and heated the milk on the stove.
Soon, a simple breakfast was ready.
Daryl and Cecilia sat facing each other. Cecilia lowered her head, eating the breakfast, her eyes fixed on her bandaged finger, not daring to look up, afraid of meeting his inscrutable gaze.
Soon, breakfast was finished. Daryl took on the task of cleaning up. Seeing this, Cecilia made an excuse about being late for school, grabbed her backpack, and slipped out.
That day's classes were, of course, not well attended by Cecilia, as she was constantly distracted.
In the evening, when Cecilia returned to the house, she suddenly noticed someone was there, and they were in the kitchen.
At this moment, Cecilia's face lit up with joy. As she walked towards the kitchen, she called out, "Freya, is that you back?"
The person in the kitchen turned around upon hearing Cecilia's voice.
At that moment, Cecilia immediately stopped in her tracks.
Because the person cooking in the kitchen was not Freya, but the previously arrogant Daryl.
He was wearing a white shirt, no tie, the collar slightly open, an apron around his waist, and holding a spatula, looking very professional.
Daryl could cook, and Cecilia often ate the meals he made.
Back then, Cecilia thought it was normal for Daryl to cook, but now, seeing him like this, she felt a bit out of place.
"Why are you..." Cecilia didn't know what to say for a moment.
At this moment, Daryl said, "Well, I had nothing to do today and suddenly felt like cooking."
Hearing this, Cecilia nodded.
"Dinner will be ready in five minutes," After saying that, Daryl turned back to continue his work.
Glancing at Daryl's back, Cecilia furrowed her brows, then turned to put down her backpack, washed her hands, and came over to help.
Cecilia set the table, and at this moment, Daryl's dishes were also ready.
After sitting down, Daryl glanced at Cecilia's bandaged finger and said, "Let's eat."
"Okay." Cecilia nodded and then quietly started eating.
She thought, 'Didn't Douglas say Daryl wouldn't come back for dinner in the evenings? Why does he come back to cook today? It's really puzzling.'
During the meal, Cecilia sneaked a glance at Daryl.
He had no expression on his face, just focused on eating silently.
But the food he made was really delicious, and Cecilia unknowingly finished her meal.
After the meal, Cecilia wanted to clear the table.
But Daryl stopped her with his words. "Your hand shouldn't touch water. I'll wash the dishes."
After saying that, Daryl took the dishes from Cecilia's hands and went into the kitchen to wash them.
Cecilia had to do some tasks within her ability, like wiping the table. When Daryl seemed about to say something, Cecilia made an excuse about having homework to do and quickly slipped upstairs.
Sitting by the bed, Cecilia looked down at her bandaged finger, thinking, 'Does he come back to cook because he thinks my finger is inconvenient?'
Thinking of this, Cecilia cursed herself in her heart, 'You're thinking highly of yourself. Didn't he say it? He just felt like cooking on a whim.'
'But why was he so nervous when he saw my injured finger this morning?' Thinking back to the scene, Cecilia still felt a bit anxious.
Actually, during dinner, the scene of the morning kept replaying in Cecilia's mind, making her face inexplicably blush.
Cecilia, as if driven by some unseen force, opened the drawer of the bedside table and took out the blue velvet box.
Opening the box, the brooch inside sparkled under the crystal light.
Staring at the brooch, Cecilia looked at it for a long time. The more she looked, the more unsettled her heart became. Then, she closed the velvet box and threw it back into the bedside table drawer.
After that, Cecilia picked up the book "One Hundred Years of Solitude" and started reading, trying to calm her heart.
At ten o'clock, feeling a bit thirsty, Cecilia put on her pajamas and went downstairs to get some water.
After pouring a glass of water in the kitchen, she passed by the study and noticed the door was ajar, with light and the sound of someone talking coming from inside.
"Call Freya immediately and have her come back quickly. Her hand is inconvenient these days, so send over packed meals in the evening, and take my clothes to the dry cleaners. That's it." This was Daryl's voice.
Hearing this, Cecilia was stunned.
After realizing what she heard, Cecilia felt moved.
He was quite considerate, knowing her hand shouldn't touch water, so he arranged for packed meals and didn't let her do the laundry.
'So, did he come back to cook dinner tonight for me?' Thinking of this, Cecilia's heart raced.
At this moment, Cecilia heard footsteps coming from the study.
The next moment, Cecilia quickly carried her water and hurried upstairs.
Indeed, she walked very lightly, not wanting him to know she had overheard his conversation.
Quickly entering her room, closing the door, she leaned against the door with the water cup in her hand.
She thought, 'He still cares about me, so does he still love me?'
At this moment, Cecilia recalled his gaze over the past two days, trying hard to find her answer through it.
After thinking for a long time, she still didn't have a definite answer.
'Maybe he still has some feelings for me, but he probably still thinks I'm a money-minded, fickle woman?' Thinking of this, Cecilia felt incredibly inferior.
Maybe, from the moment they met, there was no future for them.
Moreover, they were still in a contractual relationship.
Thinking of this, Cecilia felt incredibly desolate.
Not long after, standing by the door, Cecilia heard Daryl's footsteps approaching.
At this moment, her heart inexplicably trembled.
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