Chapter 298 The Extraordinary Alaric
In an elegant and romantic restaurant, the waiter respectfully served them dinner.
They held knives and forks, eating their portions from their plates.
They were the only customers in the restaurant.
It was unclear whether Alaric had reserved the entire place or if it was simply late and all the guests had already left.
"Alaric," Cecilia called his name.
"What?" Alaric looked up at her.
No matter when, he always seemed to be listening intently.
Cecilia thought of Dominic.
She remembered how, after they got married, Dominic would often brush her off.
Sometimes she had to repeat something at least three times before he would actually hear her.
Sometimes, he would simply tell her not to speak, saying he was too tired and needed rest, asking her to be as quiet as possible.
Cecilia controlled the turmoil in her heart.
She thought that maybe she really had to wait until the day Dominic died to release the anger suppressed in her heart fully.
She said, "Why didn't you call me? If you had called, I could have finished work earlier."
Actually, she didn't need to guess.
She had never been able to refuse any of Alaric's requests.
Alaric seriously cut his steak and said nonchalantly, "Anyway, it's not like I haven't waited for you before. I'm used to it."
Cecilia frowned. She didn't remember Alaric ever waiting for her.
She thought, 'Have I lost my memory?'
"Besides, didn't you come right after you finished work?" Alaric seemed to think it was only natural.
Cecilia really couldn't understand Alaric.
She thought, 'Doesn't he feel tired waiting for me like this?'
"Alright," Alaric suddenly said.
Cecilia frowned and thought, 'What is alright?
'Can Alaric stop being so strange?'
'I'm really scared'
At that moment, she saw Alaric suddenly stand up, then very gentlemanly switch his plate of steak, which he had already cut into small pieces, with Cecilia's plate, from which she had only taken two bites.
Cecilia just watched him.
Alaric smiled, "You can eat it directly now."
She thought, 'I have had hands, don't I?
'I am not that pretentious.'
Cecilia had already eaten the steak on Alaric's plate.
Now, she watched as he, without a hint of reluctance, cut a small piece and put it in his mouth.
Cecilia looked back at her own plate with the remaining pieces of steak.
"Thank you," she said softly.
Words failed her in the face of such overwhelming gratitude.
Alaric was just too good to her.
He was so good that she couldn't, and honestly didn't want to, refuse him.
"I don't accept thanks in words," Alaric said with a hint of playful nonchalance, clearly determined to keep the mood light.
Cecilia gazed at him, waiting.
"Ms. Lockhart, you know what my favorite…" Alaric's voice trailed off suddenly.
Then came a soft "pop" sound.
Cecilia had pressed a kiss to his lips.
After the kiss, she quickly returned to her seat, looking both like a successful sneak attacker and a child caught in a minor mischief—awkwardly sweet and a bit shy.
Alaric watched Cecilia for a long moment, making her feel like she wanted to vanish into the floor.
In the next second, she saw Alaric lightly lick his lips.
It was almost unbearably tempting.
They finished their dinner in a beautifully romantic way.
Then they headed home together.
No matter how late it was, George would surely be waiting for them.
"Alaric." After Cecilia had eaten the bird's nest soup George had served, she walked back to their room with him, asking, "Where did you find such a wonderful butler?"
Alaric turned to Cecilia and said slowly, "I traded my life for him. Do you believe that?"
For a moment, Cecilia thought he was joking.
Then she wondered if he was serious.
Alaric didn't elaborate further. Instead, he gently touched Cecilia's hair, his face full of affection. "What's mine is yours. You don't need to envy me."
She wasn't envious, really.
She simply felt, all of a sudden, that Alaric's background was far more complex than she'd thought.
The next morning, when Cecilia turned to look for Alaric, he was already gone from the bed.
She opened her eyes, glancing at the empty space beside her, and felt a pang of disappointment.
She had hoped he would at least wake her before leaving.
But no, he had slipped away quietly.
In fact, she had anticipated he might leave in the dead of night, so she had slept fitfully, hoping to see him off in the morning. Yet, before she knew it, he had already disappeared.
Cecilia stretched and got out of bed.
At that moment, she couldn't help but glance at the bedside table. There was the familiar note she'd expected, reading: [If you miss me, send me a message, and I'll reply as soon as I can. Alaric.]
She thought, 'Who would miss you?!
'He seems to have an endless supply of self-assurance.'
She put the note down.
But then she picked it up again, unable to resist another look.
Alaric's handwriting was exquisite—bold strokes and fluid letters.
She thought to herself, 'It's because his handwriting is so beautiful that I keep reading it over and over.'
Alaric had been away for a full ten days.
During this time, Cecilia had been busy too, sorting out work and focusing on her tasks. She had little time to spare.
Of course, whenever she could, she kept an eye on Alaric's campaign trail.
Besides the local speeches aimed at garnering votes, videos of the speeches were also posted on the official site of the World Political Hall, allowing everyone to see their charisma. After all, the reach of their campaign tours was limited.
Cecilia watched the vote counts for Alaric and Dominic on the website.
It was clear that Dominic had been getting more exposure recently. If not for Alaric's undeniable good looks attracting a bunch of fans, he might have been completely overshadowed by Dominic by now.
At this rate, Alaric's chances of winning were becoming increasingly slim.
Cecilia still struggled to accept the idea of Dominic winning.
In her new life, she couldn't bear to see even a shred of Dominic's arrogance or success.
She hesitated for a long while.
Eventually, she decided not to call Alaric.
After all, he was due back tomorrow. They could discuss things when he returned.
She didn't want to add to his burdens.
The thought of Alaric coming back tomorrow made her heart race.
Just as she was about to close the webpage and dive into her next task, her phone rang.
Seeing the caller ID, Cecilia was surprised to see Alaric's name on the screen.
In the past ten days, they hadn't spoken over the phone, only exchanged a few messages.
Mostly, Alaric would send her pictures of the places he visited.
Even though she didn't reply much, seeing Alaric's face in those photos always warmed her heart.
She answered the call, "Alaric."
"I probably won't make it back tomorrow." Alaric's voice came through, and Cecilia felt a thunderclap of shock!
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