Chapter 486 Deliberate Obstruction
Alaric's lips curled into a sly grin.
He grabbed Cecilia's tiny foot, clean and smooth.
Then, he planted a kiss on the sole, making it all kinds of steamy.
Cecilia's leg went all wobbly, and she tried to yank her foot back.
But Alaric wasn't letting go.
"What the heck are you doing?" Cecilia snapped.
"Your foot came to me, can't I take a nibble?" Alaric smirked wickedly.
And then, he actually bit her foot.
It didn't hurt, but it tickled like crazy.
Cecilia couldn't handle it. She yelled, "Go bite your own foot!"
"Yours taste better." Alaric saw her face turn red but finally let go.
Cecilia quickly hid her foot under the covers, scared he'd try something again.
Alaric saw her expression and couldn't help but laugh.
He leaned in closer. "Alaric, Cecilia." A knock on the door interrupted.
Cecilia shot him a glare.
Alaric sighed, got out of bed, and opened the door.
"Is Cecilia asleep?" Emily peeked in.
"What do you want?" Alaric cut to the chase.
"Cecilia just showed me how to use the shower, but I forgot, and it's only giving me cold water." Emily looked all pitiful. "At home, the maids always did it for me, so I..."
Alaric walked out of the room without a word.
Emily quickly followed.
Cecilia glanced at the door but stayed quiet.
After a bit, Alaric came back, soaking wet.
No need to guess, it was obviously Emily's doing.
"I'm gonna take a shower," Alaric said.
Cecilia pretended not to hear and kept scrolling.
After his quick shower, he jumped right back onto Cecilia.
Sometimes, she just couldn't say no to him.
He pinned her down, kissing her all over.
"Alaric, Cecilia." Emily's voice again.
Alaric froze.
Cecilia felt a bit of satisfaction.
She thought Alaric kinda deserved it.
"Go see what your lovely sister wants now," Cecilia teased.
Alaric groaned and got up.
He took a deep breath and opened the door.
"Alaric, can you help me blow dry my hair? I don't know how to use the hairdryer. Mom said sleeping with wet hair can make you sick." Emily looked all helpless.
Even Cecilia felt a bit sorry for her.
Emily was so good at playing the victim that most people couldn't handle her.
"George," Alaric suddenly called out.
George came up from downstairs. "Mr. Whitaker."
"Help Emily blow dry her hair," Alaric ordered.
"Alaric." Emily protested, "He's a man, I'm a girl, how can you let him..."
"I'm also a man," Alaric said flatly.
"But you're my brother," Emily argued.
"You know if I'm really your brother or not." Alaric raised an eyebrow.
Emily was speechless, staring at Alaric.
"Either let George show you how to use the hairdryer, or let him do it for you. You're old enough to decide!"
With that, Alaric slammed the door shut, clearly pissed.
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