Chapter 67 A Minor Accident, Alaric Blushes
Cecilia kept scrolling through the news about their wedding from the previous day, smirking at the fallout that had befallen the Kingsley family. The schadenfreude provided her with a rare sense of satisfaction.
She was engrossed in the articles when a knock at the door startled her. She quickly rose and opened it.
A servant stood there respectfully. "Mrs. Arabella Whitaker said it’s time for lunch and asked if you and the young master could come downstairs to eat."
"Okay, we'll be down in a moment."
The servant nodded and left. Cecilia closed the door, casting a glance at Alaric still sprawled on the bed. "Alaric, get up. It’s time for lunch," she called.
There was no response. Moving closer, she repeated, "Alaric, get up."
Still no reaction. Frustrated but determined, she leaned over and gently shook his shoulder. "Get up, your mom wants us to—"
Before she could finish her sentence, Cecilia found herself abruptly pulled down. Within a heartbeat, she was pinned beneath Alaric, who moved with such swiftness that it left her momentarily stunned. His lips claimed hers in a forceful kiss.
Taken aback, Cecilia tried to resist. How could Alaric be like this, ready for intimacy at any moment?
She wriggled, her attempts to free herself only seeming to intensify his desire. The struggle elicited a soft, almost kitten-like sound from her, which seemed to quicken his heartbeat.
After a prolonged moment, Alaric released her, leaving Cecilia panting beneath him, her cheeks flushed. She couldn’t decipher if her face was red from embarrassment or fury, though the fiery look in her eyes suggested the latter.
Seeing a fresh wave of anger in her eyes, Alaric's own desire seemed to reignite. He leaned down again, poised to capture her lips once more when Cecilia's hand shot up to block him.
"Stop!" she commanded, breathlessly exasperated.
Alaric looked at her defiant expression and found it irresistibly charming. He puckered his lips slightly, kissing the palm of her hand that was pressed against his mouth.
The unexpected gesture made her heart skip. Instinctively, she pulled her hand away.
Alaric’s smile brightened. “From now on, wake me up like this,” he teased.
He finally rolled off her, leaving Cecilia a moment to compose herself. Every unpredictable move Alaric made seemed to stir her emotions anew, leaving her both irritated and intrigued.
Taking a deep breath, she steadied herself. Alaric had already changed his clothes and was heading for the door. Reluctantly, she followed him out.
As soon as they stepped out the door, a startled scream escaped Cecilia’s lips.
"Ah!" she shouted as a white shadow leapt toward her face.
Before the ragdoll cat could make contact, Alaric’s arm swiftly intercepted, deflecting the feline and sending it tumbling to land at Emily’s feet. The cat let out a pitiful whimper, clearly distressed.
Emily immediately scooped up the trembling animal, her expression mirroring its fright.
But Cecilia's focus was on Alaric. She could see he had taken the brunt of the cat's attack. Grabbing his arm, she rolled up his sleeve to reveal two long, bleeding scratches on his strong forearm.
“Alaric, does it hurt?” she asked, her voice filled with concern.
Alaric’s gaze shifted from Cecilia to Emily and her cat. His eyes darkened with displeasure.
Emily, feeling the intensity of his stare, quickly shook her head and stammered, “Pamela didn’t mean it. She’s usually very gentle—it must have been a fright response. I’m so sorry. I’ll make sure she doesn’t do it again.”
Cecilia could see the genuine remorse in Emily’s eyes and felt it was unnecessary to escalate the situation. “It’s okay, Emily. It wasn’t intentional. We’ll just have the doctor look at Alaric’s arm.”
Emily, visibly relieved yet still teary-eyed, nodded vigorously. “Thank you,” she whispered.
Cecilia tugged on Alaric’s hand. “Come on, let’s get you downstairs and have the family doctor check it out. Better safe than sorry.”
As they moved away, Emily’s tears evaporated, replaced by a sinister smirk. Stroking her cat, she murmured sweetly, “Good job, Pamela.”
Downstairs, the news of Alaric’s encounter with the cat spread quickly among the Whitaker family. Arabella wasted no time summoning the family doctor. As the doctor cleaned the wound, she prepared to administer a rabies vaccine.
"Wait,” Alaric interjected.
The doctor chuckled softly. “Alaric, are you still afraid of needles?”
"I'm just getting comfortable,” Alaric defended, though his pale face told a different story.
Grace, always quick to tease, chimed in. “So there is something that scares you.”
Ignoring her, Alaric watched the needle approach. Just then, Cecilia’s hand covered his eyes, surprising him. In a gentle voice, she said, “It helps if you don't look. It won’t hurt as much.”
Cecilia pulled Alaric’s head to her chest, imparting a sense of comfort. Alaric inhaled her calming scent just as the doctor swiftly administered the shot.
"All done," the doctor announced.
Alaric blinked, snapping back to reality, and Cecilia released him. There was a hint of a blush on his cheeks.
"Newlyweds are so adorable. Look, Alaric’s even blushing,” Grace remarked with a grin.
Cecilia, her own cheeks flushing, glanced at Alaric.
“I’m blushing because it hurts,” he retorted weakly, though his excuse failed to convince anyone.
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