Chapter 600 The Gap
Alaric shot Pierce dead without a second thought.
Cecilia watched in horror as Pierce, who had been talking to her just moments ago, crumpled to the ground.
It wasn't the first time she'd seen Alaric kill someone.
But every time, it scared the hell out of her.
Right then, Alaric seemed like a stranger—so different that Cecilia started to wonder if she really knew him at all.
After taking out Pierce, Alaric turned around.
He saw Cecilia's eyes, trying to stay calm but filled with fear. He wiped the blood off his hands, not sure if it was his or Pierce's. He rubbed his hands on the car, trying to clean them, then walked over to take Cecilia's hand.
But Cecilia just watched him, and when he touched her fingers, she pulled away. It was hard to miss.
They locked eyes, but Cecilia quickly looked down, admitting her fear. She thought love would make her brave, but when it clashed with her sense of right and wrong, fear took over.
She bit her lip, her body shaking a little.
Cassius and Augustus stood by, saying nothing, just watching Alaric and Cecilia.
They knew that now Cecilia had seen Alaric's true self, she'd have to accept their brutal world.
In the end, Alaric reached out again, gripping her hand tightly. But there was no warmth between them. Cecilia's eyes flickered, and she finally gave in silently.
Alaric held her hand, and they got in the car, driving away, leaving Augustus and Cassius behind.
The two watched the taillights for a moment before Cassius sighed. Augustus glanced at him, and Cassius patted his shoulder. "Stop pretending you're fine. I'll take you to the hospital," Cassius said.
Augustus looked embarrassed.
When he fought Alaric earlier, it seemed like he had the upper hand, but those punches he took almost did him in.
Alaric was the only person Augustus admired.
Cassius and Augustus tossed Pierce into the sea before leaving together.
Suddenly, Augustus remembered something. Cassius was driving a bit too fast.
"Rose was here today too. I was in a hurry to save Mrs. Whitaker and couldn't deal with her. Now she's left hanging, should we..." Augustus's face tightened. "Kill her," he said.
Cassius smiled. "Let's leave it to Cecilia to decide about Rose. You saw how she couldn't handle Alaric killing Pierce. If you kill Rose, she might hate him even more."
Augustus said, "I'm worried she'll call the cops."
"Even if she does, no one would dare investigate. Noble families don't let themselves get into trouble," Cassius said."Got it," Augustus replied, pushing the thought aside.
Meanwhile, Rose, still struggling to make her way home, felt a chill of fear run through her. She shivered and tried to comfort herself.
Alaric drove Cecilia home as fast as he could.
George was waiting anxiously for them. When he saw Alaric covered in blood, he was shocked and stepped forward to speak.
But Alaric cut him off, "I'm fine."
Then he pulled Cecilia upstairs without looking back.
George sighed softly, shaking his head helplessly.
Alaric closed the door behind them as they entered their room, a place once filled with happy memories.
Now, Cecilia felt a cold emptiness. She watched Alaric, who still held her hand tightly but did nothing else. He wanted to keep her close, but it seemed he hadn't figured out how to make her stay.
Alaric seemed more flustered than Cecilia.
"Go take a shower," Cecilia said. She wasn't sure how bad Alaric's injuries were, but all that blood was too much. Alaric looked at her, and she added seriously, "I'll wait for you." He tightened his grip on her hand for a moment before letting go.
He walked into the bathroom, and soon the sound of the shower filled the room.
Cecilia could imagine Alaric washing off all the blood.
She bit her lip, trying to calm herself down.
Alaric washed himself clean, hoping to wash away the fear he saw in Cecilia's eyes.
When he came out in clean clothes, he found Cecilia was no longer in the room.
He quickly opened the door, and there she was, standing at the threshold in clean pajamas, with water droplets still on her face.
It was clear she had also taken a shower, and she looked a bit better.
Cecilia saw the panic in Alaric's eyes.
Did he think she had left?
Where could she go?
She wasn't sure if staying with Alaric was safer or leaving him was.
"I took a shower in the next room," she said.
Alaric composed himself, then suddenly bent down and picked her up.
Cecilia didn't resist, her small body nestled in Alaric's broad chest.
Though Alaric was still thin, she felt an inexplicable strength from him.
Alaric carefully placed Cecilia on the big bed, then got on the bed himself, holding her tightly in his arms.
He turned off the light but left a dim night light on.
They could clearly see each other's faces.
"Aren't you going to say something?" Cecilia asked.
Alaric closed his eyes, the dim light making him look gentle, a world apart from the fierce Alaric from earlier.
"I'm afraid you'll leave me," Alaric said, burying his head in her chest, seeking her warmth.
Cecilia said, "So, you're not going to tell me anything—not who you really are, why you kill, or anything else. You're leaving me to live in constant fear, not knowing if one day your gun will be aimed at me."
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