Chapter 371 A Thousand Miles of Tenderness (3)
At that moment, Cecilia was totally over it. All the excitement she had hoped for was gone, leaving her stewing in resentment.
When Alaric swung open the door, he instantly sensed something was off. His sharp eyes quickly zeroed in on Cecilia, who was giving him the death stare from the couch.
Alaric's sudden alertness and sudden softness.
Alaric, all suited up, stood there awkwardly at the door.
Probably didn't expect Cecilia to be there.
Cecilia stared him down.
They locked eyes for what felt like forever.
Alaric finally kicked off his shoes and padded over to Cecilia in his socks.
There was only one pair of slippers in the house.
With that pair now on Cecilia's feet, her tiny feet snug in his oversized slippers, Alaric felt a weird sense of warmth.
Alaric stood in front of Cecilia.
Seeing her puffed-up face, he knew it was because he came back too late.
"Why didn't you tell me you were coming?" Alaric asked, trying to hide his excitement.
Cecilia turned her head, giving him the silent treatment.
"Did you want to surprise me?" Alaric grinned.
To Cecilia, Alaric's charming smile was just mocking her.
Mocking her for waiting for him like a fool.
Cecilia stayed silent, clearly pissed.
Alaric glanced at the candlelit dinner on the table and said, feeling guilty, "Sorry, I had a dinner meeting tonight. If you had called me earlier, I would've come back sooner."
Cecilia still didn't say a word.
She was sulking.
"Are you hungry? I'll eat with you," Alaric gently coaxed her.
No matter how much she ignored him, Alaric was endlessly patient.
When he opened the door and saw her curled up on his couch, he felt a rush of joy.
"I'm full," Cecilia said, still unhappy.
"You finally decided to talk to me?" Alaric's smile grew even more charming.
Cecilia told herself she couldn't be swayed by his looks, but then she saw Alaric's handsome face getting closer to her cheek.
"Alaric!" Cecilia blocked his mouth. "What are you doing?"
Alaric's eyes shifted, his gaze full of desire as he looked at her outfit.
With a burning gaze, Cecilia felt like his eyes were teasing her.
He said, "Mrs. Whitaker, dressed like this, aren't you asking me to do something?"
"No, I just wanted to look good," Cecilia said.
"I thought it was because you wanted me to compliment you," Alaric continued.
"Stop flattering yourself." Cecilia was pressed onto the couch by Alaric.
At such close proximity, they could clearly feel each other's rapid breathing.
"Alaric, I haven't eaten yet," she said, having waited for him all night.
"I'll feed you," Alaric said.
Cecilia, wearing Alaric's oversized T-shirt, was carried out of bed by Alaric at 3 AM.
Cecilia looked down at her red slip dress.
She had only worn it once.
Alaric carried Cecilia to the dining table and sat her down. He said, "There's not much food at home, and the takeout you ordered is probably cold. It won't taste good if reheated. How about I make you some pasta?"
"No," Cecilia refused flatly.
She was starving, and Alaric wanted her to eat just pasta.
She wanted meat now.
Big chunks of meat.
Only big chunks of meat could replenish the energy she had consumed.
"There's no takeout at this hour," Alaric said, looking a bit troubled. Then, like he was talking to a kid, he gently coaxed, "How about I throw in an egg for you?"
Cecilia turned her head, fuming.
She didn't say yes, but she didn't say no either.
She knew there was nothing else to eat but pasta now.
Alaric leaned in close to her cheek, and her body went stiff.
She was totally caught off guard.
She didn't want to arouse him again.
Then, she felt a soft kiss land on her forehead.
The next second, she saw Alaric get up and head to the kitchen.
The kitchen was open, 'cause the place was small.
The dining table was right in front of the kitchen counter, so Cecilia could see everything Alaric was doing.
She watched him move around the kitchen like he knew what he was doing.
Could he really cook?
When did he learn?
Was Alaric some kind of time management wizard?
What other tricks was he hiding?
Cecilia kept her eyes on Alaric's busy figure.
Every now and then, he'd turn and flash her a smile.
It was a kind of happiness that shone from deep within, plain as day.
How happy was he about her being there?
Alaric was grinning like a fool.
After more than ten minutes, a plate of pasta was ready.
Alaric set the pasta down in front of Cecilia.
She was surprised to see he had fried the egg into a heart shape.
He did know how to make her smile.
Those little details really warmed her heart.
"Try it," Alaric said.
Cecilia picked up the utensils, ready to dig in.
"I'll feed you," Alaric said.
"I can eat by myself," Cecilia grumbled.
She felt awkward just thinking about it.
But when Alaric twirled the pasta and brought it to her mouth, she still opened up.
She was always led by Alaric.
"Is the pasta good?" Alaric asked.
Cecilia nodded.
She didn't know if it was 'cause she had no expectations or 'cause she was starving, but Alaric's pasta tasted amazing.
"As long as you like it," Alaric smiled.
His smile was seriously criminal.
In the quiet room, Alaric fed Cecilia bite by bite.
At first, she felt a bit weird, but then she started to enjoy it.
Being fed by someone was really nice.
Cecilia felt deeply pampered. She finished the entire plate of pasta, not leaving a single drop.
When she saw the empty plate, she was surprised.
She usually didn't eat much and never thought she could finish it all.
"Want more?" Alaric asked.
"No!" She couldn't eat that much.
Alaric patted her head, treating her like a kid.
And she didn't mind it at all.
She watched as Alaric carefully wiped her mouth with a napkin.
After cleaning her up, he got up to take the dishes to the kitchen to wash.
After washing, he bent down and picked her up again.
Cecilia instinctively wrapped her arms around his neck.
They went back to Alaric's bed, which wasn't big or soft enough.
When they were on the bed earlier, it even creaked.
"Are you uncomfortable?" Alaric asked.
He held her in his arms, asking if she was uncomfortable sleeping on this bed.
She was uncomfortable, but she was also very comfortable.
Because Alaric was there.
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