Chapter 287 Alaric Helps Cecilia Wash Her Feet
Cecilia watched as Theodore and Genevieve's car drove away.
She turned to leave with Alaric.
Suddenly, Alaric tightly grasped her hand, interlocking their fingers.
Cecilia frowned, "What's wrong?"
"I just think Theodore and Genevieve are doing well," Alaric said bluntly.
Cecilia was speechless.
"It would be great if we could be like that too," Alaric mumbled.
He held Cecilia's hand and they got into the car that Augustus had parked beside them.
The car drove towards Alaric's villa.
The streets were sparsely populated with cars, and the luxurious city, lit only by neon lights, looked like a mirage.
Sometimes, Cecilia really wondered if she was living in a mirage.
She was always thinking, 'Does my past life and this life really exist?'
Her heart inexplicably fluttered.
Her heart inexplicably fluttered because Alaric, holding her hand, suddenly brought it to his lips.
He was kissing the back of her hand.
Cecilia turned to look at him intently.
Alaric said, "I always feel that the happiness in this life is a blessing from god."
He seemed a bit anxious and uncertain.
Cecilia didn't pull her hand away from Alaric's grasp.
She could only feel Alaric's soft lips on the back of her hand.
She continued to look out the window; she felt the same way!
The car arrived at the villa.
Augustus respectfully opened the car door for them.
After getting out of the car, Alaric immediately swept Cecilia up into his arms.
Cecilia was startled, "I can walk by myself."
"I know," Alaric said.
Cecilia thought, 'If you know, why are you carrying me?
'Aren't you tired?'
Alaric carried Cecilia into the hall.
George came forward to greet them.
Alaric said, "George, bring the supplements directly to the room."
"Yes, Mr. Whitaker," George quickly responded.
Alaric carried Cecilia back to the room and placed her on the bed.
Cecilia really didn't know what had gotten into Alaric.
"Don't move," Alaric instructed.
Cecilia frowned.
She wanted to take a shower.
It was so late, and she was exhausted.
But at that moment, she obediently lay on the bed without moving.
She watched as Alaric walked into the bathroom, and then she heard the sound of running water.
She thought, 'Could it be that Alaric is trying to compete with me for the bathroom?
'How childish could he be?'
She was a bit annoyed at that moment.
Then she saw Alaric suddenly come out of the bathroom, walk directly towards her, and bend her over to pick her up again.
Cecilia asked, "Alaric, what are you doing now?"
Alaric replied, "I'm taking you to shower!"
"I can take a shower by myself," Cecilia said, feeling tense.
Cecilia thought, 'Who told him to carry me?
'I am not ready yet.
'Didn't we say we'll have sex after he has a great career?
'He shouldn't be so unreliable.'
"Didn't you ask me to take care of you?" Alaric clearly sensed Cecilia's resistance.
Cecilia was taken aback.
She pondered, 'When did I say that?'
In this new life, she never intended to rely on anyone.
"You mentioned earlier to Theodore…" Alaric reminded her.
It was only then that Cecilia recalled her offhand comment earlier in the day, saying that Alaric would take care of her.
It had been a casual remark.
"I'll take good care of you," Alaric said with a serious tone.
He seemed to be making a promise.
Cecilia tried to counter him, but the words died in her throat.
Alaric had a way of making her keep her mouth shut. It always felt like anything she said would hurt him, and that guilt weighed on her.
After leaving her in the bathroom, Alaric had gentlemanly closed the door behind him.
Cecilia undressed and sank into the bathtub.
Indeed, emotions were far harder to control than one might think.
After her bath and removing her makeup, Cecilia stepped out of the bathroom.
Alaric had already taken his shower in the adjacent bathroom. He now wore a navy blue pajama set, and his usually slicked-back hair was now tousled, giving him a more approachable vibe.
The way Alaric lounged, with his looks, could easily make countless women fall for him.
"Do I look good?" Alaric asked, still focused on his phone. Without even looking at her, he seemed to sense her gaze.
She thought, 'Dies he have a third eye or something?'
"I've got even better looks if you're interested," Alaric said, putting his phone down and flashing a charming smile.
Cecilia rolled her eyes.
She thought nobody could be as cheeky as Alaric.
Just as Cecilia was about to slip under the covers and settle in for the night, Alaric suddenly spoke up.
"Sit on the couch for a moment," he instructed.
Cecilia frowned, puzzled.
She thought, 'What now? It is late, and he is still keeping me up.'
"Tomorrow's Sunday. You can sleep in a bit," Alaric added.
Resigned and not in the mood for an argument, Cecilia took a seat on the nearby sofa. She watched as Alaric got up from the bed and brought out a basin of warm water.
Before she could fully process what was happening, she saw Alaric kneeling down and placing her delicate feet into the basin.
"I just took a shower," Cecilia said, confused.
"This is called a foot soak," Alaric corrected her.
"But it's not even cold outside. Why soak feet?"
"Foot soaks aren't just about warming up," Alaric explained. "They help alleviate fatigue and improve blood circulation."
With that, he began to gently massage her foot.
"It tickles," Cecilia protested, trying to pull her foot away.
"It'll stop tickling in a minute," Alaric reassured her.
"It's really ticklish…" Cecilia's laughter bubbled up uncontrollably.
She tried to move her foot, but the tickling sensation was overwhelming.
"I can't take it, Alaric! You don't need to give me a foot massage. I'm not that tired today. Please, let go…" Cecilia laughed so hard she could barely breathe.
Her feet were unbearably ticklish, and she started to suspect that Alaric's intention wasn't to help her relax but to torment her.
"Alaric, let me go! I'm dying from laughter… ahahaha…"
Alaric looked somewhat hurt by her reaction. He had just wanted to help her feel better, but Cecilia was so dismissive.
"Let go, quickly, let go…" Cecilia's laughter was now accompanied by tears.
Seeing her distress, Alaric finally released her feet.
Cecilia stopped laughing, still catching her breath. "I really didn't mean to laugh like that. It was just so ticklish."
Alaric's face remained stern, though it softened a bit.
Sometimes, Cecilia thought, Alaric seemed like a petulant child, easily upset and hard to console.
She leaned in and planted a soft kiss on his cheek.
Alaric froze for a moment.
"Thanks for the foot massage. This is my way of saying thank you," Cecilia said with a gentle smile.
Alaric's stern expression finally eased. He replied, still with a serious tone, "Next time, try not to laugh so much."
She thought, 'Next time?
'There are plenty of other ways to show kindness, you know. It doesn't always have to involve foot massages.'
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