Chapter 627 Dressing Up for the One You Like
Cecilia groggily sat up in bed, answering Dashiell's call.
Alaric was lying next to her, his head on her stomach, giving her gentle tickles.
Cecilia shot Alaric a look, warning him to cut it out.
Couldn't he see she was on the phone with Dashiell?
"You two made up?" Cecilia teased Dashiell.
She instantly knew there had been some progress between Dashiell and Seraphina, and it seemed big!
Dashiell's face turned a bit red.
"I always thought you should just tell Seraphina everything," Cecilia suggested. "You're overthinking it."
"Really?" Dashiell said warmly, clearly in a good mood.
"I've always said Seraphina likes you, but you didn't believe me," Cecilia teased. "Now you see it, right?"
"Yeah," Dashiell replied, sounding a bit shy.
"Confess to Seraphina," Cecilia added. "I'm waiting to attend your wedding."
Hearing this, Dashiell got even more bashful and said, "It's late. I'll hang up now. You should get some rest."
Cecilia replied, "Okay. If you need any help, just let me know. Sometimes Seraphina can be a bit naive and needs someone to remind her."
Dashiell responded, "Okay."
After chatting a bit more, Cecilia finally hung up the phone.
As soon as she did, Alaric pinned her down.
Cecilia was startled and exclaimed, "Alaric, what are you doing!"
"What do you think I'm doing?" Alaric laughed.
Cecilia said, "It's the middle of the night; don't mess around..."
Alaric remarked, "So you prefer daytime sex."
Cecilia called out, "Alaric..."
Alaric used his finger to shush her.
Cecilia glared at him.
She couldn't understand how Alaric could have so much energy.
Didn't they just have sex before going to sleep?
Didn't they both feel so satisfied and exhausted?
How could Alaric be so energetic again so soon?
"Don't talk. Save your voice so you don't get hoarse from screaming later," Alaric whispered.
His voice was incredibly magnetic.
It seemed to have a special magic that made it impossible to resist his closeness.
Cecilia looked at Alaric, captivated by his unabashed desire—dangerous yet undeniably handsome.
She couldn't resist him.
Even when her whole body was sore and exhausted, she couldn't resist his approach.
She would still have sex with him again, and again.
Cecilia didn't know if this happiness could last.
But she really cherished every moment they were together.
The atmosphere in the room was tense. Even the moonlight seemed to take on a different shade.
The Next Day.
Dashiell got out of bed.
He stood in the bathroom, looking at his reflection in the mirror, noticing the slight dark circles under his eyes.
He hadn't slept all night.
He had thought about Seraphina all night.
Looking back, he realized he should have stayed with Seraphina.
Even if they didn't do anything, just seeing her beside him would have been nice.
Now, early in the morning, he got out of bed.
He wanted to see Seraphina as soon as possible.
This feeling reminded him of his childhood.
When he lived under the same roof as Seraphina, he would get up early every day.
Then, nervously and eagerly waited for Seraphina to groggily open her door and appear in front of him, always looking half-asleep but always making him feel like the world was warm!After washing up, Dashiell was about to leave the bathroom when he paused and grabbed his razor.
He didn't have much stubble, but he made sure to clean up every bit before putting it down and heading out.
He walked into his walk-in closet, eyeing the rows of clothes.
He picked out a black suit but then reconsidered and chose a gray one instead.
Gray seemed less serious than black.
Seraphina wasn't a fan of overly somber colors.
Dashiell put on the gray suit and a checked tie. As he glanced in the mirror, something felt off.
He changed into another suit, then another, and another. Eventually, he ditched the suits altogether and went with a khaki trench coat. Normally, he wore suits to keep things professional at work, but today he felt like mixing it up.
Seraphina had that effect on him.
With the khaki trench coat on, Dashiell's whole vibe shifted. He no longer looked so serious; his tall, upright figure now had a stylish, almost celebrity-like flair.
Dashiell finished dressing and walked out of the room.
In the open kitchen, Lucy had already prepared breakfast for him.
Lucy was in charge of Dashiell's meals. She didn't stay overnight but would arrive early to cook and leave after preparing dinner. If he had to work late, he'd let her know so she could leave early.
"Mr. Rainier, you're up," Lucy greeted him warmly while busy in the kitchen. "You seem to have woken up a bit later today. Did you stay late at work last night?"
Dashiell responded lightheartedly, not mentioning that he had taken quite a while to get ready.
"Breakfast is ready," Lucy called out.
She placed the breakfast on the dining table.
Dashiell sat down and ate slowly.
Lucy busied herself in the kitchen.
As she caught a glimpse of Dashiell, she noticed he looked a bit different.
Dashiell, noticing Lucy's occasional glances, gave her a curious look and asked, "What's up?"
"Nothing," Lucy replied, quickly averting her gaze. "I just thought you looked especially handsome today."
Her compliment was genuine.
Dashiell typically looked good, but today he seemed particularly attractive.
A slight smile played on Dashiell's lips as he tried to contain his reaction, though it was clear he was in a good mood.
"Lucy," Dashiell called her.
Lucy replied, "Mr. Rainier, do you need something?"
"You don't need to prepare dinner tonight," Dashiell instructed, "Just get some ingredients ready for me. I'll tell you what I need in a bit."
Lucy was a bit surprised and asked, "Mr. Rainier, are you planning to cook yourself?"
"Yes," Dashiell replied, seemingly nonchalant.
"Alright." Lucy nodded, a bit puzzled but not pressing for more details. "Mr. Rainier, just let me know if you need anything, and I'll pick it up and put it in the fridge. Should I wait for you at home tonight?"
"No need to wait for me; just clean the house. And," Dashiell added, "could you change the bed sheets to a warmer color?"
Lucy looked a bit confused. Dashiell typically preferred black, white, and gray tones.
What was behind this sudden change in preference?
Now that Lucy thought about it, Dashiell's outfit today was quite different from usual!
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