Chapter 242 Just Because of a Guilty Conscience
After the banquet, the guests left.
Alaric and Cecilia were among the last to go. They stayed with Seraphina and Dashiell until the end. When only a few people remained, Cecilia finally followed Alaric out.
Once everyone was gone, Seraphina reluctantly got into the limo with Dashiell, heading to their new home. The car ride was silent. Seraphina kept scrolling through her phone, clearly anxious, checking contacts, messages, and social media repeatedly.
Dashiell noticed and turned to look out the window. He knew she was waiting for a call or message from Sebastian, but it never came.
They arrived at an upscale neighborhood in Serenovia City, where they had a high-end, fully furnished apartment they bought after getting married. The driver helped Dashiell into a wheelchair and started to push him, but Dashiell stopped him. "No need, it's late. You should go home and rest."
"Ms. Rainier told me to take you back," the driver insisted.
Dashiell knew his mom was worried Seraphina wouldn't help him. "I'll explain to my mom. You can go."
"Yes, sir," the driver replied and left.
Seraphina stood next to Dashiell, hesitated, then pushed his wheelchair. Dashiell smiled slightly.
"Don't get the wrong idea," Seraphina said, pushing him towards the elevator. "If I hadn't made you crippled, I wouldn't even look at you. I'm just feeling guilty."
Dashiell just made a sound, knowing she was stubborn but kind-hearted.
"Which floor?" Seraphina asked in the elevator.
"19th," Dashiell replied.
She pressed the button, muttering, "Why live so high up? If there's an earthquake, we won't have time to escape."
"This building is earthquake-resistant up to magnitude 8."
Seraphina always felt she couldn't win an argument with Dashiell. The elevator arrived, and she pushed him out.
"The password is 123456," Dashiell said. "You can change it if it's too complicated."
"Dashiell, how stupid do you think I am? I can remember 123456!" Seraphina snapped.
Dashiell smiled calmly, as always. Seraphina entered the password, and they went inside.
"There are slippers in the cabinet," Dashiell said.
Seraphina opened it to find a couple's set of blue and pink slippers. Annoyed, she said, "I don't want to change shoes."
"Okay," Dashiell nodded.
She pushed him inside. The 3,229 square foot apartment was spacious with a stunning view. The large floor-to-ceiling windows in the living room showcased Serenovia City's nightscape, the most beautiful in the city. Seraphina thought the apartment must be worth millions of dollars.
She knew right away that Atticus bought the place. She had no clue how much of Atticus's money Dashiell had spent.
"We'll sleep in separate rooms," Seraphina said bluntly, pushing Dashiell to the center of the living room.
Dashiell stayed calm. He knew she wouldn't sleep with him, even if she hadn't said it at the banquet.
"You can sleep in this room," Dashiell pointed to one of the rooms.
Seraphina glanced at it, didn't argue, and went straight in, slamming the door behind her. She clearly didn't want to spend another second with him.
For someone she didn't like, she wouldn't even look at him for a second. Dashiell slowly wheeled himself to another room. He hadn't called any servants tonight, despite Magnolia's worries and insistence on having either a servant or a doctor. He felt the wedding night should be just the two of them, but he was overthinking it.
Knowing they wouldn't share a bed, what was he expecting? He clumsily wheeled into his room, deciding to bathe himself. He started undressing, feeling uncomfortable in his suit and tie. Piece by piece, he took off his clothes.
Dashiell grabbed the crutches prepared in the room, slowly lifting himself from the wheelchair and leaning on the crutches, using his arms to support himself as he moved towards the bathroom. He was careful to avoid falling.
Seraphina was in the next room; he didn't want to disturb her rest. But he overestimated himself. For someone who once had full mobility, losing both legs made him helpless without assistance.
He turned on the shower, holding the crutches with both arms, unable to free his hands to wash. He tried several times to support himself with one crutch, but his body tilted. The slippery floor caused the crutch to slip, and he fell heavily to the ground with a loud noise.
Dashiell endured the pain silently, lying on the ground for a while before reaching for the crutch that had flown to the side. Just as he reached out, he saw a woman's feet in front of him. His throat tightened. He didn't want Seraphina to see him like this, and she didn't want to see it either.
She had locked herself in her room, not wanting to be under the same roof as Dashiell. But the noise was so loud that she wondered if he had fallen to his death. She walked over and saw him lying under the shower, completely soaked.
Biting her lip, she squatted down and picked up his crutch. Dashiell's hand awkwardly dropped. After picking up the crutch, Seraphina silently helped him up. Dashiell pressed his lips together, knowing how unwilling she was to do this. But she couldn't ignore him because her conscience wouldn't let her. In her mind, it was still her fault he ended up like this.
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