Chapter 483 The Truth About Alaric
Augustus finally dragged Juliana to the hospital.
In Cecilia's office, it was just her and Alaric left.
They exchanged a look, and Cecilia quickly looked away.
She was scared Alaric might just plant one on her out of nowhere.
She buried her head in her work and said, "I've been swamped with Kingsley Group stuff lately, so I'm behind on my own work. I gotta catch up today and might be here late. If you get bored, feel free to bounce."
"No biggie, I'll hang around," Alaric said, all chill.
"I'll try to be quick."
"Take your time." Alaric grinned. "Can't have you getting too hooked on me."
When had she ever been hooked?
Cecilia ignored him, diving into her work.
The office was dead quiet.
Ever since Rose caught them making out earlier, she hadn't shown up all day.
Any work that needed reporting was done through office software.
She was scared of interrupting them again.
Cecilia finally wrapped up her work.
She checked the time; it was just past 5 PM.
Luckily, she didn't have to pull a late one.
She glanced at the sofa.
Alaric, who was chilling on the sofa, had dozed off.
He wasn't lying down, just sitting with his back against the sofa. If you didn't look closely, you wouldn't even know he was out cold.
So Cecilia had no clue when he had knocked out.
She tiptoed over and saw his stern face had a slight frown.
It was like he was still mulling over something even in his sleep.
Looking closer, there were dark circles under his eyes.
It was clear how wiped out he had been lately.
Cecilia felt a pang of heartache.
Before she got to know Alaric, she thought he was just a useless playboy. But after getting to know him, she realized Alaric was actually a hardcore worker and did everything to the max.
Alaric was way more accomplished compared to Dominic, who was always bragging about himself.
Cecilia quietly watched Alaric, wondering if her second chance at life was fate's way of showing her love.
She never imagined she'd meet a guy as perfect as Alaric.
In her past life, she saw Alaric as just a roadblock.
Because he was in Dominic's way, she knew he was capable but never took him seriously, even kinda disliked him.
Now, Cecilia couldn't help but move closer to feel his warmth.
She leaned in, and just before she could touch Alaric, he suddenly grabbed her hand and, with a swift move, pinned Cecilia down on the sofa.
The next second, a big hand gripped Cecilia's neck tightly.
Alaric's bloodshot eyes met Cecilia's, showing a chilling bloodlust that left her breathless with fear.
She just stared at Alaric.
His cold, fierce face looked so unfamiliar.
It was like she was seeing a side of Alaric she had never seen before.
And this side seemed to be his true self.
Her heart raced, her fear grew.
She locked eyes with Alaric, feeling his raw power.
Cecilia's face flushed red.
"Alaric," she managed to choke out.
The seemingly out-of-control Alaric snapped back to reality at the sound of her weak voice.
His eyes flickered as he looked at her.
Seeing her scared, pale face, all the brutality and coldness on his face vanished instantly.
For a moment, Cecilia wondered if she had just imagined the whole thing.
At the same time, his grip on her neck loosened.
Instead, Alaric suddenly bent down and kissed her passionately, way different from before.
The earlier kiss was sweeter.
Cecilia lay beneath him, letting him do his thing.
But she didn't respond at all.
She didn't know how to react to Alaric's panic.
She didn't know how to respond to this Alaric who was completely different from the one she thought she knew.
After a long while, Alaric finally calmed down and let go of her.
They stayed in the same position, with Alaric on top of Cecilia.
Alaric looked at her pale face.
Usually, after their passionate kisses, Cecilia's face would be red.
This time, she was scared.
He smiled, like nothing had happened between them. His slender fingers caressed her swollen lips, and in a magnetic voice, he asked, "Does it hurt?"
Clearly, her lips were swollen and red.
His earlier loss of control had made him forget to hold back.
Afterward, he felt guilty.
Cecilia's eyes were fixed on Alaric.
Her eyes were clear and pure, like a flawless gem, incredibly beautiful.
She said, "Alaric, who did you think I was just now?"
Alaric's Adam's apple bobbed noticeably.
"Or do you always react so defensively to anyone who gets close to you?" Cecilia continued.
Alaric's reaction just now didn't seem to be directed at anyone in particular; it was more of an instinct—a well-practiced instinct.
What kind of environment had Alaric grown up in to make him this vigilant?
Alaric picked Cecilia up from the sofa and said, "I have many sides that I can't reveal."
"Like what?" Cecilia looked at him and asked.
She really wanted to understand what kind of person he really was.
Clearly, he was born in the Whitaker Family, but his behavior was so different from that of a typical wealthy family.
Who exactly was Alaric?
"Like..." Alaric locked eyes with Cecilia. "I can kill."
Cecilia's heart raced.
The fear in her eyes was unmistakable.
Alaric saw it too.
He saw all of Cecilia's emotions.
But he didn't explain or defend himself.
Cecilia turned her gaze away from Alaric and said, "Would you kill me?"
"Never," Alaric said, his voice low and firm.
Dominic's betrayal had left a scar on her soul, a stark reminder that a man's words could be as dangerous as a viper's bite. She shouldn't be fooled again.
Yet at this moment, she believed Alaric.
She thought, if one day she was deceived by a man again, or if she ended up with a broken family because of a man, it would be her own fault!
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