Chapter 219 The Closer You Get, The More Afraid You Become
The room felt a bit tense.
Dashiell broke the silence, "Cecilia."
His voice was calm.
Cecilia turned and said, "I need to talk to you."
"Alright." Dashiell seemed to smile.
His smile was genuine, not like someone who'd do something awful.
But Seraphina had humiliated him.
"Why don't you guys leave first?" Dashiell told Alaric and Cassius, "I'm fine now."
Cassius rolled his eyes.
Dashiell's leg was crippled, and he still claimed he was fine.
'Does he need to be dead to see it's a problem?' Cassius thought.
"Let's go," Alaric said softly to Cassius.
Cassius followed Alaric out.
As they passed Cecilia, Alaric said, "I'll wait for you outside."
Cecilia hadn't even agreed yet, but they were already gone.
She took a deep breath, feeling a bit pressured.
Alaric still had that intimidating presence.
Cecilia sat next to Dashiell.
"Cecilia, are you here to ask me not to trouble Seraphina?" Dashiell looked calm, like he was ready to be hated by everyone.
In the past, she had harshly blamed Dashiell.
Later, after learning the truth, she wanted to apologize but never got the chance.
She said, "No, I'm here to tell you, no matter what, make sure Seraphina marries you."
Dashiell was shocked.
He couldn't believe Cecilia would say that.
Anyone else would think he was awful.
"Don't you think Seraphina is being wronged?" Dashiell asked.
Cecilia smiled, "You're more wronged."
Dashiell frowned.
Cecilia said, "I want to apologize for all the wrongs I did to you before."
"I didn't catch that." Dashiell was puzzled.
What did she mean by wrongs?
Cecilia smiled, "I mean, hating you along with Seraphina."
Dashiell also smiled, "I know."
He knew how much Seraphina disliked him.
"Take care of yourself. I believe a miracle will happen," Cecilia said firmly.
"Okay," Dashiell agreed.
He felt like what Cecilia said might come true.
"Then I'll go now," Cecilia turned to leave.
"Cecilia," Dashiell called her.
She turned back.
"Thank you," he smiled.
Dashiell never thought anyone would support him.
Even Magnolia didn't support him; she just felt sorry for him.
Alaric and Cassius didn't support him either. They kept telling him to stay away from Seraphina.
Only Cecilia stood by his side.
"We're friends, no need to say thank you," Cecilia smiled.
"Okay," Dashiell nodded.
Cecilia left the hospital room.
Outside, Alaric was waiting for her.
Cassius had probably already left.
They walked out of the hospital together and got into the car driven by Augustus.
Inside the car, it was quiet.
Cecilia stared out the window, watching the rare bright sun in Serenovia City.
She squinted slightly, leaned back in the car seat, and took in the sights of the luxurious city.
The sunshine made her feel lazy.
"You know Dashiell?" she said.
"Yes," Alaric replied.
"Are you friends?"
"Yes."
"Is your relationship more complicated than it seems?"
"Yes."
Cecilia smiled. The sunlight made it hard to keep her eyes open, so she shifted to a more comfortable position. "Alaric, what are you hiding from me?"
Alaric chose to stay silent.
Cecilia didn't push him.
She had said before she'd wait for him to tell her everything.
She wasn't in a hurry.
Now she felt sleepy.
She had spent the whole night with Seraphina, getting maybe two hours of sleep.
The morning was busy with work, and the afternoon was spent helping Seraphina. Now, in the quiet, she felt dizzy, like her soul was drifting.
Just before she fell asleep, she murmured, "The closer I get to you, the more scared I feel."
"Don't be afraid," a deep male voice seemed to say in her ear.
It didn't feel real, like she heard it in a dream.
After Cecilia fell asleep, Alaric asked Augustus to drive more smoothly.
He leaned closer, letting her head rest on his shoulder.
Cecilia leaned on him obediently.
At a red light, Augustus glanced at them through the rearview mirror.
If it weren't for their breathing, he might have thought he was looking at a painting or a movie scene.
The light turned green, and Augustus drove on.
Sunlight flickered through the car windows.
Time felt peaceful.
No one knew what the next storm would bring.
Seraphina left the hospital, dialing Sebastian's number.
Sebastian had sent her many messages last night.
But from morning until now, he hadn't called or messaged her.
She thought, Sebastian must be angry.
She was angry too.
So she decided to find him.
She wanted to tell him clearly.
No matter what happened, she would never break up with him.
She'd rather die than marry Dashiell.
"Seraphina," Sebastian answered, his voice low.
"Where are you?" she asked.
"I'm at home."
"I'm coming to see you."
Sebastian hesitated, then nodded, "Okay."
Seraphina took a cab to Sebastian's house.
Sebastian was a workaholic, never skipped work.
But today, because of her, he didn't go to work.
She didn't need to think to know how upset he was.
Seraphina rang the doorbell.
Sebastian, still in his pajamas with messy hair, looked down. When he saw her, he forced a smile, "Come in. The place is a bit messy."
Seraphina walked in.
It wasn't really messy, but the smell of cigarettes was strong.
"How many cigarettes did you smoke?" Seraphina frowned.
She felt a bit sad.
Sebastian was usually disciplined, never let himself go like this, never abused his body this way.
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