Chapter 60 The Grand Wedding 18 You Belong Only to Me
In the cozy room, on the soft red bed, Cecilia found herself beneath Alaric, their eyes meeting.
The intense heat in Alaric's gaze gradually softened.
Cecilia felt a mixture of resistance and attraction, unsure of how to react.
As the room grew warmer, the distance between them seemed to vanish, and with a gentle gesture, Alaric kissed her cheek.
The tender touch stirred emotions within them both.
“Alaric, we have a fake marriage," Cecilia said, trying to remain calm.
"And then?" Alaric blinked.
"We don't belong to each other," Cecilia reminded him.
"Then who do you belong to?" Alaric asked, moving away from her cheek and staring at her.
"I belong only to myself," Cecilia said firmly.
Alaric's eyes narrowed.
"Please, Mr. Whitaker, let me go!" Cecilia addressed Alaric differently when she was upset. "What if I say I don't want to?" Alaric questioned, exuding a dangerous aura.
If he refused, she had no options left.
Unable to fight or escape, she felt trapped.
“After everything I did today, it was all to make love to you. Do you think I would let you go?" Alaric's intense breath brushed against her face, causing her to blush.
The hidden anger in her heart grew gradually.
She should have realized earlier that Alaric was promiscuous and that their marriage was a sham.
However, physically... she had no control. It wasn't actually that bad.
Alaric had gone to great lengths for her, organizing a lavish wedding and helping her by dealing with Dominic and the Kingsley family.
Since he had done so much for her, it seemed fair for her to offer her body in return. She silently agreed to what was about to happen.
However, at that moment, Alaric suddenly stood up from her.
The danger that was just present seemed to disappear in a second.
Cecilia stared at him in astonishment.
Watching him turn away, he said in a commanding tone, not giving her a chance to argue.
"You belong only to me."
The door closed. Alaric left.
Cecilia sighed in relief.
She looked up at the ceiling, lost in thought.
What did "belong only to me" mean? In this lifetime, emotions were truly worthless to her. She only wanted revenge, to be strong on her own!
Cecilia lay on the large bed for a long time.
When her heart rate finally returned to normal and she had everything figured out, she got up to prepare for a bath.
She locked the door before starting to take off her wedding dress. However, she looked down at the gorgeous dress and had no idea where to start.
How did she even put it on in the first place? It was so stunning that Cecilia hadn't paid attention to these details.
At that moment, she was completely at a loss. The dress had no zipper, no buttons, nowhere to take it off.
She couldn't use brute force, as the dress was so expensive that even damaging it as an antique would be a loss.
After struggling for a while, she gave up and took a deep breath. Gathering her courage, she went to find Alaric.
Just moments ago, she had rejected the man, and now she had to ask for his help?
She left the room and knocked on the door across the hall, relying on luck. Knocking twice, the door opened.
Alaric was half-naked... well, he was wearing shorts.
Cecilia turned abruptly, her heart beating faster. "Alaric, can't you just put on some clothes?" she complained.
"I just finished showering," he replied.
"Does that mean you can walk around naked after a shower?" Cecilia was exasperated. She couldn't communicate with him at all!
"Are you finding my underwear redundant?" she criticized him for not wearing clothes. Cecilia was close to losing her temper.
She was easily provoked by Alaric. Trying to control her emotions, she said, "Put on some clothes."
Alaric seemed to chuckle and then left.
After a while, he appeared at the door again. "Done," he announced.
Cecilia turned around, mustering up the courage.
She even prepared for Alaric to be completely naked.
With a man like Alaric, anything was possible, but thankfully, he wasn't.
Alaric was now wearing a royal blue silk robe, loosely tied at the waist, revealing a large portion of his chest, but it was much better than before.
She didn't want to argue with him.
In the late night, who knew if he would suddenly be aroused?
She said, "My dress won't come off. Can you call the dresser over to help me?”
"I don't have her number," Alaric replied.
"Who does?"
"I don't know."
"You don't? Who prepared the wedding then?"
"I did."
"Then why don't you have the number?"
"Why should I keep it?"
"Don't you need to talk to her?"
"Can't we talk face to face?" Alaric asked.
"You know, I like talking face to face."
"Fine." Cecilia interrupted him.
She would just sleep in her clothes tonight!
Arguing with Alaric was driving her crazy.
She turned to leave.
"I'll help you take if off," Alaric suddenly spoke up.
Cecilia was taken aback, with a hint of distrust.
"If you prefer to sleep in it, never mind."
Who would want to sleep in such an uncomfortable dress?
She said, "Come over."
"Come in." Alaric opened the door slightly, as if inviting her in.
"Can't we do this here?"
Why should she go into the room?
"What if Finley suddenly comes up? I don't mind though," Alaric replied.
Cecilia reluctantly entered Alaric's room.
It was a guest room.
Alaric hadn't mentioned anything, but he let her stay in the master bedroom.
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