Chapter 305 Twist of Fate V: Seraphina's Breakdown
At the moment Dashiell thought Seraphina wouldn't be coming back, he was startled by the sound of Cecilia's voice announcing Seraphina's return.Dashiell stayed silent.
By now, Cecilia had managed to get Seraphina to Dashiell's room. The soft glow of a lamp bathed the space in a muted light.
Cecilia looked at Dashiell, who was half-sitting on the bed, and said bluntly, "Seraphina is drugged."
Dashiell's gaze faltered slightly.
"I'll find out the details later. Right now, the most important thing is that Seraphina needs you," Cecilia said, her voice edged with urgency.
Dashiell watched as Seraphina's face twisted in distress. Her features were dominated by a look of sheer torment, her expression almost maddening.
"Dashiell, please take care of Seraphina," Cecilia said, helping Seraphina onto Dashiell's bed.
Seeing Seraphina's state, Cecilia knew she was at her breaking point. Without another word, she turned and started to leave.
"Cecilia," Dashiell called out suddenly.
Cecilia looked back.
"Thank you," Dashiell said.
Cecilia offered a faint smile.
She thought there was no need for thanks.
In the last life, the one who was hurt the most was, after all, Dashiell himself.
Without further delay, she left with Augustus.
Inside the room, Seraphina was twisting on the bed, her discomfort apparent, yet she seemed to be suppressing any movement.
Lucy, not understanding why Seraphina was so distressed despite being drunk, hastened to offer, "Mr. Rainier, let me take care of Ms. Everhart. You should get some rest."
"No, you can leave. I'll handle it," Dashiell said, his tone firm.
"But Ms. Everhart..."
"Out," Dashiell said, his voice taking on a steely edge.
Lucy quickly exited and shut the door behind her.
She thought, 'Mr. Rainier rarely shows any signs of irritation, so when he does, it is clear something is seriously wrong.'
As soon as Lucy was gone, Seraphina suddenly got up from the bed.
At that moment, he saw Seraphina dart straight into the bathroom. The door slammed shut with a violent thud.
Dashiell swallowed hard.
He thought, 'So, she'd rather suffer alone than be with me, would she?'
He wasn't sure what he was feeling. If Seraphina could endure this, he wouldn't exploit her vulnerability.
He sat on the bed for what felt like an eternity.
Then came the sounds of things being thrown in the bathroom.
Dashiell finally lost his composure. Struggling, he got out of bed, transferred to the wheelchair, and wheeled himself towards the bathroom.
The door was locked from the inside.
Dashiell frowned and knocked, "Seraphina!"
The only response was the sound of more crashing.
"Seraphina!" he raised his voice.
Still, there was no answer.
His anxiety heightened. He twisted the door handle with all his might, pounding on the door with desperate force.
He hit it so hard that his hands were left bloodied before he managed to break the door open.
Inside, he found Seraphina on the floor, writhing in agony. She was drenched in cold water, clenching a shard of broken glass, blood pooling around her.
Her face was contorted in a hideous mask of suffering.
Dashiell watched her in stunned silence for a long moment.
After what seemed like forever, he wheeled himself inside.
The aftermath of the drugs was unimaginable.
"Seraphina," Dashiell said softly as he reached her.
She remained still.
Her hand, still gripping the glass shard, was clenched tightly.
"Seraphina…"
"Dashiell, get me to Sebastian!" Seraphina's voice cracked with utter despair. Her first plea was for him to take her to Sebastian.
Dashiell's throat bobbed with a silent struggle, his Adam's apple moving up and down. For a long moment, he couldn't bring himself to speak.
"Please, take me to Sebastian, will you?" Seraphina suddenly looked up, her eyes bloodshot and red-rimmed, pleading with Dashiell.
Her whole body was flushed, her breaths coming out in hot, ragged bursts.
So, it was all about him not being Sebastian. Her suffering was simply because he wasn't Sebastian.
Dashiell remained silent.
Instead, he bent down, lifting Seraphina off the floor with steady arms. Despite her soaked, trembling body, he carried her easily and placed her on his lap.
Seraphina tried to resist but was too exhausted to put up any real fight. She was even cursing silently.
She thought, 'Isn't it supposed to be that drugs make someone lose their mind?
'Why, at my most vulnerable, is my clarity of thought so sharp?'
She knew with brutal clarity that the man before her was Dashiell. Cecilia had brought her to Dashiell.
She didn't hate Cecilia. From Cecilia's perspective, if she and Dashiell were married, any intimacy should be with Dashiell, not Sebastian.
But she didn't love Dashiell!
Being with Dashiell would be agony beyond words.
But now, if she didn't do this, she feared she might actually die.
As she sat on Dashiell's lap, her body pressed against his, he wheeled her out of the bathroom.
Seraphina bit her lip hard, doing everything she could to avoid touching Dashiell.
"Dashiell, please, take me to Sebastian. I'm begging you!" she cried out, tears streaming down her face.
Her heartache was so intense she didn't know how to express her suffering.
Dashiell seemed to be in a daze, holding Seraphina's feverish body. He positioned her next to the bed, then gently pried open her clenched hand. The shard of glass embedded in her flesh was removed with calm precision, and he quickly pressed his hand against her wound to stem the bleeding. With his other hand, he began to wheel himself towards the medicine cabinet to fetch supplies.
But just as he took a few steps, Seraphina's movements became increasingly erratic and inappropriate.
Dashiell froze, feeling Seraphina's body pressing against his with desperate intensity. She seemed to have abandoned all pretense, her actions frantic and uncontrolled.
Dashiell fought to keep his own body still. He allowed Seraphina to guide their actions, not making any moves of his own.
As she kissed him frantically, tears continued to pour from her eyes. She pleaded, "Dashiell, we don't love each other. Being with someone you don't love isn't happy. Please, take me to Sebastian. I'm begging you."
Her collapse was absolute, torn between passion and suffering. She felt this was the worst pain of her life, believing she would hate herself for this moment forever.
She was in so much pain, she couldn't control herself.
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