Chapter 1315 Hope
Or maybe Daryl was just done with her and wanted her to grow old on this tiny island?
Freya then said, "Mrs. Fields, there aren't any boats here except for supply runs or when Mr. Fields' family and friends visit. So, leaving on your own is pretty much impossible."
Cecilia was floored by this news.
No wonder he brought her here. Daryl wanted to keep her stuck on this island. Cecilia frowned deeply.
Seeing Cecilia's troubled expression, Freya quickly added, "Don't worry. If a boat comes, I'll let you know right away. But the supply boats are arranged by Mr. Fields, so they're closely monitored."
"Thanks, Freya," Cecilia said with a bitter smile.
In the days that followed, Cecilia stood by the window every day, gazing out at the sea and sky. Maybe it was the loneliness, maybe it was the isolation, but her heart grew calmer with each passing day.
Without any clothes, Cecilia tore down the window drapes and, with Freya's help, made a dress. Despite its simple design, it turned out quite beautiful. Luckily, the weather was getting warmer, and the thick fabric of the drapes made the dress quite practical.
Every day, Cecilia would walk along the beach, feeling the sea breeze, watching the waves, and admiring the seagulls soaring in the distance. This peaceful life was actually quite pleasant, but she knew she couldn't waste her life here.
Half a month had passed, and aside from a supply boat, Daryl hadn't shown up or contacted her. The island didn't even have cell phone signal, making it completely isolated from the world.
During this time, Cecilia reflected on her relationship with Daryl. She realized that while there was love, there was never trust. He easily misunderstood her interactions with other men, and she didn't fully trust him either. They were from different worlds, and their backgrounds and families clashed, causing them constant distress. Maybe letting go was the best choice for both of them.
Cecilia knew that with Daryl's current attitude, he would never agree to a divorce. For now, she could only think about leaving him temporarily and consider divorce later.
But now, she was trapped on this island with no way out.
Her red dress stood out against the blue sky and sea as she stood on the soft sand.
As she watched the seagulls in the distance, she longed to be one of them, to have wings to fly off this island.
While Cecilia was lost in thought, a plump figure in a floral dress came running towards her.
Seeing Freya running over, Cecilia stepped forward and asked, "Freya, what's up?"
Cecilia studied Freya, who looked anxious, clearly something was up.
Freya quickly said, "I just remembered, every two weeks a postal boat comes by. The few people on this island rely on writing letters to communicate with the outside world. The postal boat takes our letters and brings us mail from home."
Cecilia's eyes lit up with hope when she heard this.
"When's the postal boat coming next?" Cecilia asked eagerly.
"Tomorrow," Freya replied.
"Thanks, Freya. I'll go write a letter right away. Please help me send it out," Cecilia said.
"Of course," Freya answered.
Cecilia then turned and went back to her room.
Sitting at the vanity, she picked up a pen and stared at the blank paper, unsure who to write to.
Susan? Isabella? Probably not. They were women and likely didn't know about this island.
Then, Elijah's image popped into her mind.
Yes, Elijah could rescue her. This island was owned by the Fields family, and they often vacationed here. He would definitely know the place. If she asked for his help, he would come.
Cecilia excitedly wrote the letter but felt a bit scared. The Fields family already misunderstood her relationship with Elijah. If they found out he was the one who rescued her, the misunderstanding would deepen.
But she couldn't think of anyone else who could save her. In the end, she handed the letter to Freya.
To be safe, she addressed the letter to Elijah's studio and didn't mention his name, only writing: [Mr. Fields,] making it look like a business correspondence.
After sending the letter, Cecilia stood by the window every day, gazing at the endless sea, hoping Elijah would come soon.
But after a week of waiting, Cecilia found that Elijah still hadn't come.
The letter should have arrived by now, so why hadn't Elijah come? Cecilia grew anxious. Given the tense situation between her, Elijah, and Daryl, maybe he was too afraid to come?
One afternoon, Cecilia sat at her vanity, staring at her reflection in the mirror, her hair tied back in a ponytail.
The door suddenly opened, and Freya's voice came through. "Mrs. Fields, look who's here!"
Cecilia turned around and saw a tall, sunny figure walk in.
"Cecilia?" Elijah stood at the door, smiling.
"Elijah?" Cecilia was overjoyed and quickly got up to greet him.
Freya then said, "I'll go make some coffee for you."
Freya turned and left the room.
"No wonder you haven't been home. Daryl put you here," Elijah said, his smile fading as he looked at Cecilia in her dress, frowning.
"Let's sit and talk," Cecilia said.
"Okay." Elijah sat down at the round table.
"How is Daryl?" Cecilia asked hesitantly after a moment.
Despite Daryl's cruel treatment, she couldn't bring herself to hate him. She only resented his lack of trust. She knew he must be suffering too.
Elijah looked down and said, "Daryl's been very unhappy lately and rarely goes home. He's been busy with work every day. I haven't dared to see him."
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