Chapter 1314 Sick
Cecilia leaned against the window, standing there all morning until her legs and feet went numb. It was only then that she realized Daryl had disappeared without her noticing.
She spent a long time pondering, but still couldn't figure out what the future held for her and Daryl. The situation seemed beyond her control now.
In the afternoon, the door opened, and a tall figure walked in.
Cecilia, still leaning against the window with her legs and feet numb, saw Daryl enter and frowned. "How long are we gonna stay here?"
Daryl turned to close the door before responding stiffly, "Why? You in a rush to go find Elijah?"
Cecilia's anger flared up. She took a step forward but winced as a sharp pain shot through her foot.
"Don't drag Elijah into this. Don't forget he's your brother!" Cecilia snapped coldly.
Daryl walked straight up to Cecilia, sneering. "You remember Elijah is my brother? Do you want both of us?"
Infuriated by his words, Cecilia raised her hand to slap Daryl's handsome face.
But Daryl caught her wrist, his voice filled with rage. "I'm telling you, don't ever think you can hit me again!"
Cecilia struggled to free her hand, but Daryl held on tightly, refusing to let go.
Her legs were numb, and the pain made her lose her balance, causing her to fall into Daryl's arms.
Daryl looked down at her with a mix of disgust and mockery. "What? Last night wasn't enough for you? Are you eager to throw yourself at me again?"
Cecilia felt a mix of shame and anger. She pushed him away and stumbled onto the bed.
"Daryl, if you keep talking nonsense, I won't be nice to you!" Cecilia shouted, trembling with rage. She grabbed a pillow and threw it at Daryl.
The pillow fell to the floor, and Cecilia's anger intensified. She spotted an ashtray on the nightstand and hurled it at Daryl.
The ashtray hit Daryl's forehead, leaving a bloody mark.
Cecilia's eyes widened, and her hands started to shake. She hadn't meant to hurt him; she just wanted to vent her anger. She couldn't believe her aim was so accurate today.
Daryl touched his forehead, his hand coming away bloody. His anger erupted, and he took a large step toward the bed, pointing at Cecilia. "Are you trying to kill me?"
"I..." Cecilia was at a loss for words.
Daryl grabbed her wrist, his fury palpable. "Do you want me dead so you can be with Elijah? Is that it?"
Cecilia's guilt vanished, replaced by anger. "Daryl, are you out of your mind?"
"I think you're the one who's lost it. I can't believe you would seduce my brother. What does Elijah have that I don't? Why would you treat me like this?" Daryl's eyes were red with anger, and he tightened his grip on Cecilia's wrist.
Cecilia's hand felt like it was about to break. Desperate, she lashed out. "You're narrow-minded, suspicious, cold, and heartless. Elijah is sunny, handsome, young, and kind. You're nothing compared to him!"
Daryl's face twisted with rage. He glared at Cecilia for a moment before growling, "You're asking for it!"
Cecilia met his dark, angry gaze with defiance, ready to face whatever came next.
Seeing her unyielding spirit, Daryl frowned. "So you think I'm too old, is that it?"
Cecilia felt he was being unreasonable and tried to break free. "Daryl, you're sick. Let me go!"
But Daryl pushed her onto the bed.
"Daryl, what are you doing? You jerk, let me go!" Cecilia struggled.
Daryl's eyes were wild as his behavior became increasingly aggressive. Cecilia's resistance and curses were futile against his relentless assault.
After the storm, Cecilia lay like a wilted rose, her beauty shattered and lifeless.
She sat on the bed, hugging her knees, tears streaming down her face. She never imagined he would become a monster. The thought of him made her tremble.
For a day and a night, Cecilia lay in bed, refusing to eat or drink, her body burning with fever.
Every time Freya brought food, she saw the previous meal untouched.
After a day and a night, Freya tried to persuade her but finally shared some news. "Mr. Fields has left the island."
Cecilia's empty eyes met Freya's. "What did you say? He left?"
He left? He actually left her here alone.
"A speedboat came to pick up Mr. Fields this morning. Before he left, he told us to keep an eye on you. If anything happens to you, we'll be held responsible," Freya explained.
Cecilia sat up urgently. "Freya, how can I leave here?"
Freya held her head in her hands. "Are you planning to escape? I'm telling you, it's impossible."
"Why is it impossible?" Cecilia frowned.
She had to leave. She couldn't stay here and wait for his next assault.
She had to get away from him. He had become a monster, no longer the Daryl she once knew. She feared he would torture her to death.
Freya finally answered, "Mr. Fields took all the speedboats and boats when he left. Without them, it's impossible to get back to the city. The supply boat won't come for another ten days, and Mr. Fields will likely return with it."
Cecilia frowned deeply and thought, 'What did he mean by this? Is he trying to trap me on this island? How is this different from imprisonment?'
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