Chapter 182 A Woman's Performance Depends on a Man's Skills
The Next Day.
It was Sunday.
Cecilia rarely slept in.
She'd stayed up too late chatting with Seraphina.
So, she overslept.
The phone woke her up.
Cecilia groaned, not wanting to get up.
She reached for her phone with her eyes closed.
Before she could grab it, the ringing stopped. Alaric answered, "She's still sleeping."
Silence on the other end.
"We were up late. Call back later," Alaric said, ready to hang up.
"Are you showing off?" Dominic's cold voice replied.
Alaric just realized who was calling.
He hadn't checked before answering Cecilia's phone half-asleep.
They did sleep late last night.
Whenever he slept with Cecilia, he never slept well.
Once asleep, he didn't want to be disturbed.
Hearing Dominic's voice, he woke up fully.
He chuckled sarcastically, "Mr. Kingsley, why are you calling my wife so early?"
Cecilia's eyes snapped open at "Mr. Kingsley."
She looked at Alaric.
He sat up in bed, leaning against the headboard, trying to get comfortable.
Cecilia hesitated, deciding not to grab the phone from him.
She didn't want to waste words with Dominic.
"I have something to discuss with her," Dominic said coldly.
"Didn't I say? We were up late, and she's still sleeping. Mr. Kingsley, your lack of consideration is probably why Cecilia has no attachment to you," Alaric's words were infuriating.
"What are you so smug about?" Dominic gritted his teeth. "Don't think I don't know how boring Cecilia is in bed. She's like a corpse; what pleasure can you get?"
"Dominic, you still don't get it," Alaric's calm voice contrasted with Dominic's anger.
"What do you mean?"
"You're dumped by Cecilia. Your disdain only proves you're lower class and can't redeem yourself."
"Alaric!"
"And," Alaric interrupted, "a woman's performance in bed depends on a man's skills. Just because you're terrible doesn't mean other men are. How wonderful Cecilia is in bed, you'll never know."
"Stop lying!"
"Believe what you want. Out of all the women I've been with, none are better than Cecilia."
Dominic's face twisted with rage.
He gripped the phone tightly, fingers trembling.
He wished he could kill Alaric and Cecilia.
Alaric and Cecilia had really stripped him of his dignity.
Especially with today's news praising Cecilia and mocking him.
He called Cecilia to try to make amends.
He wanted to suppress his anger and trick her back.
If that failed, he aimed to create conflict between Cecilia and Alaric.
If he couldn't have her, no one should.
The better the woman, the less available she should be to any man.
Any man who had her was a threat.
But he didn't expect Alaric to answer the phone.
And Alaric hinted their night was wild.
Dominic had dated Cecilia for years.
The most intimate they got was kissing.
He initially had no interest in her body.
But now, he felt intensely possessive.
The more he thought about it, the angrier he got.
He said nothing and abruptly hung up.
Alaric chuckled coldly.
His expression showed pure disdain for Dominic.
He truly looked down on him.
Cecilia should have been upset.
Alaric answered her phone without permission.
But seeing him genuinely smug, she felt pretty good.
Infuriating Dominic was quite satisfying.
"Cecilia," Alaric called her.
She snapped back to reality.
"I think I should verify what I just said," Alaric's eyes locked onto her.
Cecilia felt a sense of danger.
Alaric's sudden predatory aura made her grip the bedsheet.
Actually, Alaric's fury sometimes scared her.
"Whether your skills are good or not..." Alaric leaned closer.
Cecilia pressed her hands against him, trying to keep some distance.
She nervously said, "I'm really not good."
"Hmm?" Alaric raised an eyebrow.
His eyes were filled with desire.
"My skills in bed are really bad, you don't need to verify it!"
"So..." Alaric moved closer.
Cecilia's heart pounded wildly.
'This early in the morning!'
'Damn Dominic.'
'Why did he call so early?'
"Have you tried it?" Alaric asked.
"What are you talking about, don't get so close to me!" Cecilia pushed him.
"I mean, have you tried making love?" Alaric asked.
Cecilia was stunned.
She didn't know how to explain.
Alaric looked at her, his brows furrowing.
"Who have you made love with?" Alaric's voice was icy.
"Are you sure you want to know?" Cecilia asked, clearly provoking him.
Alaric's face turned cold.
His visible change in emotion showed his displeasure.
Cecilia smiled secretly.
She'd finally pulled one back.
Regardless of love, a man's possessiveness couldn't accept such things.
She murmured, "So, you can sleep with other women, but I can't have had one or two... ."
Cecilia's eyes widened as she looked at Alaric.
'Besides forcefully kissing her, what else could Alaric do!'
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