Chapter 494 Physical Examination (1)
Finally, after seeing Seraphina off, Cecilia and Alaric headed back home.
As soon as they stepped into the hall, Alaric grabbed Cecilia and started kissing her like he always did.
Cecilia was a bit hesitant, still feeling kinda shy.
But hey, it was late, and things got a little wild.
"Alaric, Cecilia," a soft voice suddenly echoed through the hall.
They both jumped, still locked in a kiss, totally caught off guard.
Cecilia quickly pushed Alaric away, trying to catch her breath.
Alaric turned around and saw Emily chilling on the sofa.
The hall was dimly lit, so it was easy to miss someone sitting there.
And seriously, who'd expect Emily to be up in the middle of the night instead of sleeping?
Alaric, clearly annoyed, asked, "Why aren't you asleep yet?"
"I just wanted to wait for you guys," Emily said, sounding a bit hurt.
She looked down, like she'd done something wrong, and said, "I didn't mean to interrupt. I just thought you might be tired and wanted to wait for you. Thought it'd be nice."
Tears started rolling down her cheeks.
Alaric felt a bit bad for her.
"Alright, it's late. Go to bed," he said.
"Okay," Emily nodded, looking all soft and obedient.
If Emily was really as sweet as she seemed, Cecilia wouldn't have any beef with her.
She glanced at Alaric. Their moment was totally ruined.
Cecilia hadn't planned on doing much with Alaric anyway, thinking about the check-up she had to take him to tomorrow. Emily's presence kinda cooled things down.
She headed upstairs with Alaric trailing behind.
They took turns showering.
Afterwards, they lay in bed.
Even though it was late, neither of them felt sleepy.
With Dominic, she never thought about forever. Her past life was all about getting through the years, constantly adjusting to Dominic, never really imagining the future. But with Alaric, she always saw a future to look forward to.
She turned over and snuggled into Alaric's arms.
Alaric held her tight.
"Alaric, do you think we'll be this happy forever?" Cecilia asked softly, still feeling a bit insecure.
If Alaric was just the lazy guy he seemed to be, she'd feel more secure.
But he wasn't; he had too many secrets, making her worry that something out of their control might tear them apart.
But Alaric always gave her a firm answer. "Yes, we'll be happy forever!"
At that moment, they really believed that no matter what, they'd never give up on each other.
But fate has a funny way of messing with people.
The next morning, Cecilia nudged Alaric to get up.
Alaric wasn't usually one to sleep in, but whenever Cecilia was around, he'd refuse to get up, always messing around with her in bed.
Every time, Cecilia would get all flustered and annoyed.
But Alaric always gave in eventually.
It was a familiar pattern: she'd get mad, he'd be sweet, and she'd forget all about it.
Alaric really knew how to play the game.
They got ready and headed downstairs, only to find Emily crying again.
Cecilia and Alaric made their way to the dining room.
As they walked, Alaric asked, clearly annoyed, "What's the problem now?"
Emily's eyes were red, and she couldn't get a word out.
Alaric looked at George.
George looked just as helpless and quickly explained, "Ms. Whitaker said she doesn't like oatmeal with milk. I made that for breakfast today because I thought it was healthy and perfect for Mrs. Whitaker."
"If Emily doesn't like it, just make something else," Alaric said, not wanting to argue with Emily.
"That's what I thought, but Ms. Whitaker said she didn't want to trouble me and felt guilty for wasting the oatmeal I made, so she started crying," George said, almost at his wit's end.
He had served Alaric for years and had never dealt with someone like Emily.
If this kept up, he might just lose it.
Cecilia was speechless after hearing George's explanation.
She pulled Alaric to sit at the dining table and said nonchalantly, "Since you feel bad about wasting George's effort, you should eat the oatmeal."
Emily looked at Cecilia.
Cecilia was clearly trying to embarrass her again.
Ignoring Emily's gaze, Cecilia said, "They say emotional pain is a hundred times worse than physical pain. To avoid making Emily feel bad, she should endure a little physically. George, don't worry about us. Go do your own thing."
George looked at Cecilia, barely believing what she had just said.
Alaric chimed in, "George, go ahead."
"Yes," George said, relieved by Alaric's order, and left.
Watching George leave, Emily turned back to look at Cecilia.
The grievance and hidden anger in her eyes were clear to Cecilia.
Cecilia picked up her bowl, acting like she saw nothing, and started eating, praising as she ate, "George's cooking is really good."
She completely ignored Emily, who was so angry she was gritting her teeth.
"Alaric, don't eat breakfast yet. In case you need to have blood drawn at the hospital," Cecilia said, deliberately skipping over Emily and chatting with Alaric like she didn't exist.
Alaric looked troubled.
Clearly, he was reluctant to go to the hospital.
Of course, he hadn't eaten anything yet, just sitting there with Cecilia.
"You can't avoid seeing the doctor," Cecilia said.
"Is Alaric sick?" Emily asked with concern.
"Nothing, just a routine check-up," Alaric said indifferently.
Emily wanted to say something, but Cecilia's words cut her off.
Emily watched Cecilia and Alaric chatting and laughing, feeling that Cecilia was doing it on purpose.
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