Chapter 224 A Morning Episode
'So, does Alaric think the secret between Dashiell and me is just an affair? If that's the case, why doesn't he have the guts to spill all his secrets? Why is he acting so mysterious?' Cecilia thought.
Alaric said bluntly, "But the best decision Seraphina ever made was marrying Dashiell."
"I think so too," Cecilia nodded.
It was rare for her to agree with Alaric.
At this moment, Alaric couldn't help but laugh.
"Are you that happy?" Cecilia rolled her eyes at Alaric. "I'm a bit hungry. Let's go downstairs for dinner."
"Come over and help me," Alaric said naturally.
It was rare for Cecilia to pay attention to Alaric.
Alaric's last car accident wasn't serious, yet he made her take care of him for so long. Cecilia got angry just thinking about it.
"I carried you back to the room today and pulled my wound."
"Are you stupid? Who told you to carry me? Why didn't you wake me up?!" Cecilia was a bit furious. 'Doesn't Alaric ever consider whether he can handle it?'
Alaric explained, "I saw you sleeping so soundly, so I couldn't bear to wake you."
Cecilia added, "You could have let Augustus carry me."
Alaric asked, "So, Ms. Lockhart, you think any man can carry you, right?"
"Where is your focus?" Cecilia was speechless.
"My focus is, of course, on you."
Cecilia thought she was going to lose it talking to Alaric.
Alaric couldn't speak for long without flirting.
She didn't know how many women he had hooked up with in the past to become so flirtatious!
In the end, Cecilia still got out of bed, angrily walked to the sofa where Alaric was, and helped him up.
Alaric was no stranger to squeezing her shoulders and getting up.
Every time Alaric pressed down on her like this, Cecilia felt like he must have made of lead as he was so heavy.
They had dinner together, watched TV together, and slept together.
She didn't know when it started, but it seemed to have become a habit, almost second nature.
The next morning, Cecilia woke up.
Surprisingly, there was no one beside her.
Cecilia was a bit surprised.
Alaric usually wouldn't get up so early unless he had something to do.
But given his serious injuries, what could he possibly have to do instead of resting at home?
Cecilia lifted the blanket and walked to the bathroom.
She thought Alaric had already left.
She never expected that Alaric was in the bathroom, half-naked.
And that half was his lower half.
Cecilia's scream was suddenly muffled by Alaric's hand.
Cecilia's eyes widened as she looked at Alaric.
She thought to herself, 'Doesn't he ever get embarrassed? Dressed like that, couldn't he have a bit of shame?'
"Don't scream," Alaric said, "you'll scare me."
She thought, 'Early in the morning, it's clearly him trying to scare me.'However, at this moment, Cecilia felt Alaric was a bit strange. 'Is he sleepwalking? Taking off his pants while sleepwalking—he truly is a scumbag.'
Alaric felt Cecilia calm down before releasing his hold over her mouth.
He said, "Could you get me a pair of underwear?"
"Why don't you get it yourself?" Cecilia was annoyed.
It seemed like she was always being ordered around by him.
She married him to cooperate with him, not to be at his beck and call.
"If you don't mind me walking around like this, I can get it myself..."
Before he could finish his sentence, Cecilia had already walked out.
The moment she walked out, she was so angry her head hurt.
How could she be so tightly controlled by Alaric?
She walked into the closet and searched for Alaric's underwear.
Alaric liked to wear boxer shorts. Mostly black, with a few gray ones. Dark colors. For someone as flirtatious as him, his underwear was surprisingly conservative.
Cecilia couldn't help but think of Dominic. His underwear came in all colors, very bright, and he loved tight-fitting briefs. Thinking about it now, Cecilia felt utterly disgusted.
She didn't let herself dwell on it, grabbed a random pair of Alaric's underwear, and walked to the bathroom.
Alaric was still calm, just finishing up brushing his teeth and washing his face. There were still water droplets on his face. Seeing this early in the morning could cause indigestion, Cecilia thought.
She put down the underwear and turned to leave, suddenly thinking of something. "Alaric, where did your underwear go this morning?" She found his behavior strange. Last night, she saw him change into a clean pair after washing up. Where did he throw it?
"Ms. Lockhart," Alaric looked at her, "why would a grown man get up early, wash his lower body, and throw away his underwear?"
"How would I know," Cecilia was baffled.
"Come here, I'll tell you."
"I don't want to." She felt like nothing good would come of it.
"Then I'll come over."
Cecilia's heart skipped a beat. Alaric stood in front of her, towering over her. She didn't dare to look around, afraid of seeing something she shouldn't.
Alaric bent down, leaning close to her ear. Every time he got close, it made her inexplicably nervous, her heart racing.
"I..." Alaric whispered, especially the last few words, even softer.
Cecilia's face turned bright red. She thought, 'Alaric, this shameless person!' Shouldn't he feel embarrassed about such things? How could he say it out loud?
She turned and walked out. She didn't want to stay in a confined space with Alaric for even a second. She was afraid she might get pregnant.
As Cecilia left, she saw the wet underwear thrown in the bathroom trash can. She didn't think she'd ever be able to look straight into the rubbish bin in her house again.
She went to the adjacent room to wash up, adjusted her emotions, and then returned to the room to change clothes for work. Walking into the closet, she saw Alaric changing clothes. He was topless, but his lower half was neatly dressed.
Cecilia turned to leave.
"Help me button my shirt," Alaric suddenly said.
'Am I your servant?' she thought.
"My woman gets this kind of treatment," Alaric seemed to have mind-reading skills, knowing exactly what she was thinking.
"Who wants to be your woman?" Cecilia retorted.
"You do."
Cecilia's heart fluttered. She couldn't be swayed; Alaric was a shameless man. She wanted to leave, but her arm was suddenly grabbed. Her heart raced again.
"The wound on my chest hasn't healed," Alaric explained.
His wound hadn't healed, yet he wanted to dress up nicely to hook up with girls. She gritted her teeth, walked up to Alaric, and helped him button his shirt.
He was really tall. Whenever she didn't wear high heels, she felt like a dwarf in front of him. When she helped him button the first button, her arm was already sore. However, Alaric in front of her looked completely content, even affectionate.
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