Chapter 200 Alaric, I don't want you to leave.
Under the night sky, Alaric carried Cecilia to a black limousine. She clung to his neck, trembling. Though safe, she couldn't stop shaking. Sensing her fear, Alaric held her tightly as they got in the car.
They arrived at Alaric's villa. He carried her out, and at the entrance, Augustus stood respectfully, covered in injuries, possibly worse than Cecilia's.
"Mr. Whitaker," Augustus said, "I'm sorry I didn't protect Mrs. Whitaker."
Cecilia, seeing Augustus, felt a surge of emotion. She knew he had done his best, risking his own safety after the car accident to protect her. She was about to speak when Alaric's cold voice interrupted, "Go back and rest."
It was hard to tell if Alaric was blaming or punishing Augustus, as he showed no concern. Augustus simply replied, "Yes," and left. Cecilia watched him go, wanting to say so much but unable to.
Alaric carried her into the hall, where George was waiting. Seeing Cecilia covered in blood, George was shocked and quickly stepped forward. "Mr. Whitaker," he said.
"Bring me the first aid kit," Alaric ordered. George hurried off and returned with it. Alaric carried Cecilia upstairs and gently placed her on the bed. George left the kit by the bedside and respectfully exited.
Now alone, Alaric opened the first aid kit and brought a tub of hot water from the bathroom. He began unbuttoning her shirt, but Cecilia grabbed his hand, showing resistance.
Alaric looked at her gently. Earlier, in the warehouse, he had seemed bloodthirsty and terrifying, but now he was back to his usual self. "I'm just helping you clean your wounds," he said softly.
Cecilia pursed her lips. "Don't worry," Alaric added, "I've seen your body so many times I know what you look like with my eyes closed." She was speechless.
"Let go, okay?" he said gently, full of affection. Cecilia looked into his eyes and saw sincerity. "It's ugly," she said.
Alaric smiled gently, like sunlight. If she hadn't seen his terrifying side tonight, she couldn't imagine how cold and ruthless he could be. "I won't mind forever," he said softly.
Cecilia's heartbeat quickened.
Her heart always raced because of Alaric, no matter the time. Slowly, she let go of his hand, allowing him to unbutton her blood-stained shirt bit by bit. Underneath, her body was covered in wounds from the car accident, but thankfully, her internal organs were unharmed.
Alaric used a hot towel to clean the blood and dirt from her body, his eyes focused and gentle. Cecilia felt uncomfortable being so exposed but couldn't look away from his handsome face. His eyes showed no desire, only concern, making her feel respected.
"Oh," she cried softly as he treated her wounds. "Bear with it." Alaric's voice was a bit cold, but his hands moved more gently, carefully cleaning and blowing on her wounds to ease the pain.
Who could imagine the always aloof Alaric being so tender? Cecilia wondered what kind of woman could resist his gentleness.
He meticulously disinfected, dressed, and bandaged her wounds, wrapping her almost like a mummy. She thought she didn't need clothes anymore, but Alaric dressed her in soft loungewear that didn't touch her wounds.
After more than an hour, Alaric packed up the first aid kit and got up to leave. "Alaric," Cecilia called out. He turned around. "Where are you going?" she asked, afraid he would abandon her. Maybe she had fallen for him because of his repeated rescues and warmth.
"Are you reluctant?" Alaric asked seriously. "Yes," she admitted, "I don't want you to leave."
"Do you know what that means to a man?" he asked. She knew. Alaric smiled, a bit helpless. "Cecilia, you always know how to torment me."
Cecilia looked at him in surprise. How did she torment him?
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