Chapter 757 Try Not to Show Up
In the quiet room.
Silence, silence, always silence.
It was as if two completely unrelated strangers were sleeping in the same bed.
It even felt like the air had become unfamiliar.
"Alaric," Cecilia suddenly called out to him.
"What?" Alaric responded.
Clearly, Alaric was extremely exhausted, but he hadn't fallen asleep after all this time.
"How can we separate peacefully?" Cecilia asked.
She asked him calmly.
She really didn't want to continue like this.
Her life, her thoughts, really couldn't accept being Alaric's mistress.
"I'm very tired," Alaric clearly didn't want to discuss this topic any further.
It was also a complete rejection of her request.
"The doctor said the baby is very strong," Cecilia suddenly changed the subject.
Alaric's body seemed to stiffen, and the fingers he had under the covers trembled slightly.
The fingers under the covers trembled slightly.
"After going through such a big accident, the baby fought to survive."
"I know."
He hadn't been by her side.
But he knew everything about her every move and every stage of treatment.
"Now it's stable," Cecilia continued.
Alaric nodded.
Silently nodded.
When it came to the baby, he actually had no right to talk about anything.
Because when Cecilia and the baby needed him the most, he wasn't there.
"Five months, the doctor said that with special care, we can have sex," Cecilia murmured.
Alaric's body visibly tensed.
At that moment, he seemed to forget to breathe.
"Do you want to..." Cecilia asked him, "do something."
Alaric's tense body remained motionless.
Cecilia suddenly turned over.
She turned over to look at Alaric's broad back.
She once thought this would be her support, but now it felt unbearably cruel.
"Alaric, how about I have sex with you, and when you're satisfied, you let me go, okay?" Cecilia asked him word by word.
All of Alaric's sexual desire suddenly extinguished like a bucket of cold water.
That feeling of going from boiling hot to ice cold was truly overwhelming.
Cecilia really knew how to hurt him.
Just like he knew how to hurt her.
He said, "Cecilia, no matter what, I won't let you go."
"I know," Cecilia smiled, "someone as smart as you, how could I easily deal with you."
"So don't waste your efforts. And don't make yourself suffer."
Cecilia laughed self-deprecatingly.
"I'll sleep in the next room," Alaric said, lifting the covers and leaving.
Cecilia just watched his back.
Just watched quietly.
Yes.
She knew Alaric wouldn't let her go, but she didn't want to give up the idea.
Giving up the idea meant she would have to live like this for the rest of her life.
"Alaric, aren't you afraid I'll be driven to death by you?" Cecilia asked, looking at his back.
Alaric's figure suddenly stiffened in place.
For a long time, he didn't turn around, just said lightly, "You won't."
Cecilia was extremely sarcastic.
How could he be so sure she wouldn't?
"You won't abandon your parents," Alaric added.
Cecilia gritted her teeth.
Alaric was threatening her with Theodore and Genevieve?
"Cecilia, when it comes to you, I admit I'm despicable," Alaric said, lightly, "Take good care of yourself, I'll try to appear less in front of you during this time."
"Try not to appear at all," Cecilia said bluntly.
"Okay," Alaric agreed.
So, even if they didn't see each other, it was fine.
But she just couldn't leave.
Alaric left, and the door was gently closed.
Cecilia's vision blurred.
Getting Alaric to leave was her goal.
If she couldn't leave, she had to find a way to make him not come.
This was the only way she could make herself feel a little better.
Alaric went downstairs.
George looked at him and quickly approached, "Mr. Whitaker, weren't you going to rest for a while? Why are you up so soon? Please wait a moment, dinner will be ready soon."
Alaric turned to look at George, his deep voice said, "George, I'm leaving."
"Didn't you just say you were going to stay home for the night? And asked me to make some of Mrs. Whitaker's favorite dishes..." George didn't finish his sentence.
Because he saw the flash of pain in Alaric's eyes.
It seemed they had argued.
It seemed.
Cecilia must hate Alaric now.
Actually, any woman would hate him in this situation, right?
He didn't understand why Alaric would go to such lengths, but he knew Alaric must have his reasons.
"George, please take good care of Cecilia," Alaric said.
His words were still calm.
It was hard to see his pain.
"I will take good care of Mrs. Whitaker. But Mr. Whitaker, are you leaving now? When will you be back?" George asked.
When will he be back?
Alaric thought, Cecilia probably never wanted him to come back.
So he didn't answer George, just said again, "Take good care of Cecilia."
"Okay," George nodded heavily.
He didn't dare to ask more.
But seeing Alaric's tired figure, he couldn't help but feel a bit sorry.
He had taken care of Alaric for many years.
Alaric's current state must be from staying up for several days and nights.
Yet he was leaving so tired.
Alaric sat in the car.
His vision seemed a bit blurry.
He forced himself to take out his phone and dialed a number, "Cassius."
"Leaving again?" Cassius seemed to have expected this result.
Alaric went to sign the divorce papers, he would definitely be kicked out by Cecilia.
Even though he said they would leave tomorrow.
"Yes," Alaric responded.
"I knew you wouldn't stay tonight."
"Yes," Alaric repeated the simple word.
He saved unnecessary words.
"Alright, alright, I'm at the hospital now, if it's convenient, come pick me up, if not, I'll wait for you at the airport," Cassius said helplessly.
He was so busy he didn't even have time to go home.
He had planned to go back.
Forget it, forget it.
Alaric was the most important right now.
Cassius was really afraid Alaric would die from excessive sadness.
"How's Dashiell?" Alaric asked.
"Not dead," Cassius glanced at the almost dead Dashiell on the hospital bed and laughed, "But since you can still care about others, it seems you're not at the worst point."
He meant that things between him and Cecilia hadn't reached the worst point.
But they had.
Alaric wouldn't explain.
He said, "Stay with Dashiell for another day, come back tomorrow, I'll go to the airport first."
"Really don't need me to accompany you?" Cassius was a bit flattered.
Alaric had already hung up the phone.
No one knew.
After he hung up, his vision was already blurred.
His throat was choked with sobs.
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