Chapter 358 Conspiracy (4) Alaric's Promise
On the phone, the name "Alaric" popped up on the screen.
Alaric had been gone for a week.
He called her every day.
Almost always around this time.
This was the moment Cecilia lived for every day.
She tried to keep her cool and picked up. "You off work?"
"Just got in the car, heading home. You?" Alaric's voice was smooth and soothing.
"Same here," she said.
"Busy day?" Alaric asked.
"Yeah, working on the Innovation Arc project," Cecilia explained.
"Got a call from Cassius today," Alaric mentioned.
"Why does Cassius listen to you so much?" Cecilia raised an eyebrow.
The Blackburn family, big shots in both the legit and shady worlds.
Even the top four families showed them respect.
But Cassius always followed Alaric around, which puzzled her.
"Really wanna know?" Alaric raised an eyebrow.
"Would you tell me?" Cecilia asked.
"Nope," Alaric replied.
Then why bring it up?
"But that doesn't stop you from bossing Cassius around," Alaric said.
"Are you sure I can boss him around?" Cecilia raised an eyebrow.
"Trust me, no matter what you ask Cassius to do, he won't mess up," Alaric replied.
Was Alaric warning her about something?
"Had dinner yet?" Alaric suddenly changed the topic.
"Yeah. You?"
"Me too, but still hungry."
"Then eat more," Cecilia suggested.
"Feels like I'm always hungry no matter what I eat," Alaric sounded a bit down.
"Is the food there not good?" Cecilia asked.
"No, it's 'cause you're not here."
Cecilia frowned.
Alaric teased, "I can't have sex with you, so I'm always hungry."
Cecilia was speechless.
"Do you get sentimental when you see something that reminds you of me?" Alaric asked again.
"No," Cecilia denied flatly.
She didn't want to be teased by Alaric.
"As expected," Alaric sounded a bit let down.
That tone made Cecilia feel like she was being a bit harsh.
Like she was letting down Alaric's genuine feelings.
"But I look at your things every night. I miss you," Alaric said, sounding hurt.
"What things?" Cecilia asked.
Alaric had a way of making her try hard not to be led by him, but in the end, she always was.
Alaric teased, "Didn't you notice the big hole in your bedsheet?"
Cecilia instantly knew.
Her face turned red.
Alaric was such a perv.
As if taking it wasn't enough, he now had the nerve to mention it.
She had deliberately not mentioned it because it was so embarrassing.
Yet Alaric could talk about it so casually.
"Without you here, I can only get intimate with it every night," Alaric said, clearly being provocative.
Cecilia suspected Alaric was teasing her.
Indeed, his words had made her blush deeply.
"I'm home," Cecilia chose to retreat, unable to respond.
She was afraid if the conversation went on, Alaric could shamelessly...
Cecilia didn't dare to think further.
Alaric replied, "Remember to miss me. Goodnight."
Absolutely not!
Cecilia abruptly hung up the phone.
At that moment, she was clearly still a bit flustered.
Alaric was such a charmer.
Cecilia always felt even a phone call with him could turn into flirtation.
On the other end, Alaric also sighed in a daze.
His eyes looked at the unfamiliar cityscape of Harborvale.
One day, he would definitely return to Cecilia's side, clean and pure.
Seraphina lay in bed, tossing and turning, totally unable to sleep.
Ever since Cecilia called her, she'd been battling insomnia.
She got up to check the time.
It was 1 a.m., but she felt wide awake.
Her stomach was doing flips.
She couldn’t take it anymore, so she got up to drink some hot water.
Outside her room, a dim light was on in the living room.
From a distance, she could see Dashiell crashed on the couch.
It had been a week, and every night Dashiell slept on the couch.
Curled up there, she wondered if he even slept well.
Not that it was her problem.
She walked to the kitchen to get some warm water.
Just as she placed the cup under the water dispenser, her stomach churned again.
Sometimes morning sickness just hits out of nowhere.
Seraphina gagged, and before she could find a trash can, she ended up puking on the floor.
She had already thrown up quite a bit earlier.
Now, it was mostly just water.
She squatted on the floor, feeling super uncomfortable, clutching her stomach and retching.
Suddenly, Dashiell appeared, and a pair of warm hands gently rubbed her back.
It seemed he was trying to ease her nausea.
Seraphina wanted to refuse, but at that moment, her stomach was churning so much that she couldn’t say a word.
She threw up for a while.
Finally, she felt a bit better.
"Feeling better?" Dashiell asked.
Seraphina didn’t answer.
Dashiell handed her a tissue.
She took it, casually wiped her lips, and then stood up from the floor.
"Do you want to go to the hospital?" Dashiell asked.
"No, I don’t," Seraphina said. "It would be best if this child just tortures me to death."
Leaving a spiteful remark, she took her warm water and left.
Dashiell watched her back and didn't say anything more.
He went to the utility room to get a mop to clean up the mess she had made.
Being in a wheelchair, it was actually quite inconvenient for him.
When Seraphina came back out of her room, she saw Dashiell cleaning up the mess.
Her eyes paused for a moment.
In fact, she had planned to clean it up herself once she felt better.
After all, it was so late, and she didn't want to wake Lucy in the middle of the night. Leaving it uncleaned felt disgusting.
Seraphina felt a surge of inexplicable anger seeing Dashiell like that.
She walked over and grabbed the mop. "I'll do it myself."
Dashiell looked at her.
"I don't need your help," she said bluntly.
Then she seriously mopped the floor.
Actually, Dashiell had already cleaned up most of the mess.
She only needed to handle the finishing touches.
Dashiell didn't say much. He wheeled himself back to the couch.
Seraphina just glanced at him.
Then she saw Dashiell struggling to lie down on the couch, which was different from a bed. For Dashiell, who was currently paralyzed, it was clearly very inconvenient.
Seraphina was really irritated.
Every time she saw Dashiell, she felt all sorts of unpleasant emotions.
"Enough, go sleep on the bed!" she said, exasperated.
She had to admit, her insomnia tonight was definitely related to Dashiell.
She kept thinking about what Cecilia had told her, how bad it was for Dashiell to sleep on the couch.
The couch was detrimental to his health!
But what was it to her?
Why should she care if he lived or died?
Seraphina felt like she was driving herself crazy!
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