Chapter 785 Inauguration
Alaric looked at the words "Call Ended."
His face was as cold as ice.
His hand holding the phone was even trembling.
The violent emotion in him was evident.
Juniper watched him from the side, seeing how he was angered by Cecilia.
To be honest, she was quite curious about this woman named Cecilia.
What kind of woman could make Alaric love her to this extent?
She didn't have deep feelings for Alaric, after all, they hadn't been together for long, but to say she had no feelings at all?
Who could refuse a man like Alaric?
In terms of looks and status, no one in the United States could compare.
Whoever married him would be a winner in life.
She was also a mundane person; she wanted to be envied by everyone in the world.
She just couldn't understand what kind of person Cecilia was to be loved so deeply by Alaric.
She had rarely seen Alaric expose his emotions, but he did so openly because of Cecilia.
Even when Lyra followed Alaric to New York City for just one day.
Lyra almost got killed by Alaric.
When they received Lyra's crying call, the Monroe family was naturally angry.
But in the end, they chose to endure it.
Inviting Alaric to dinner tonight, they didn't mention what happened to Lyra in New York City.
Even though Lyra didn't come back. In fact, Tomas didn't let Lyra come back.
Just to avoid awkwardness with Alaric.
So no matter how much Tomas spoiled his siblings, power always came first.
Lyra, Juniper, and Alfonso all understood this.
Lyra indeed shouldn't have touched this bottom line.
But Lyra wasn't stupid.
Why did she always suffer setbacks because of Cecilia?
She became extremely interested in this Cecilia.
Of course, she couldn't show it in front of Alaric.
In front of Alaric, she was always non-competitive and unambitious.
She didn't want to monopolize him, nor did she have a desire for power.
So Alaric didn't have much hostility towards her.
"What happened, did you have a fight with Cecilia?" Juniper asked.
With a smile on her lips.
Alaric glanced at Juniper, seemingly trying to calm his emotions.
Juniper was thinking.
Maybe only Cecilia, only she could see the real Alaric.
What they saw was the disguised, deeply hidden Alaric.
"I just went to the bathroom and saw your phone charging, so I answered it. I saw the name on your screen. I didn't realize it was Cecilia at first, and seeing you happily drinking with my dad and Alfonso, I didn't want to disturb you. Did I make Cecilia angry?" Juniper explained, with some self-blame.
"No," Alaric said flatly.
His voice was very calm.
Just like that, all his emotions were hidden again.
"That's good," Juniper smiled slightly, looking very innocent and easygoing, "Let's go back and continue eating."
Alaric nodded.
Juniper naturally took Alaric's arm.
Alaric's tense body still allowed it.
Juniper smiled secretly.
Over time.
Alaric would eventually forget Cecilia.
She wasn't in a hurry at all.
Cecilia tried to leave the hospital but was refused.
Originally there were only two bodyguards, now there were twice as many, in the not-so-large high-end ward, they didn't leave her side.
So Alaric was indeed very powerful.
But her body was hers.
What she wanted to do, Alaric couldn't control.
Alaric didn't let her leave the hospital, so she could go on a hunger strike.
Then, after drinking that bowl of Clam Chowder that night, Cecilia hadn't eaten anything.
She didn't eat anything.
She even forcibly removed the IV.
They said it was to protect the baby, to supplement nutrition.
The medical staff didn't dare to force Cecilia, and the bodyguards didn't dare to use violence against her, they could only watch Cecilia self-harm.
The next day.
The TV in the ward was turned on.
Cecilia was watching, watching Alaric's inauguration ceremony.
The scene was grand, dignified, and magnificent.
The camera was always on Alaric's perfect face, he was calm, composed, and had a strong presence.
This was probably the most outstanding leader in the history of the United States, bar none.
Cecilia watched indifferently, with little emotional fluctuation.
George stayed with Cecilia, also watching Alaric's glory, feeling very excited, his heart was fluctuating, and his eyes were filled with tears of excitement.
The Whitaker family had waited for so many years, finally, they had waited for this moment.
Finally, they returned to the historical stage.
Alaric became the greatest heir in the history of the Whitaker family.
George wiped his tears.
At the moment when Alaric was giving a speech to the entire nation, the camera suddenly turned to Juniper in the audience.
She was wearing a black suit, the good tailoring highlighted her excellent figure, showing no signs of pregnancy, she looked tall, fashionable, and outstanding.
Cecilia watched indifferently.
At that moment, George couldn't help but glance at Cecilia, afraid she might have some emotions.
Seeing she had no emotions at all made him even more worried.
It could only mean she really had no feelings for Alaric anymore.
But Alaric still loved her so much.
George spoke, "Ms. Lockhart, would you like to eat something?"
He wanted to divert her attention.
Cecilia shook her head.
She didn't want to eat.
Even though the baby seemed to be protesting.
George wanted to say something more.
Cecilia interrupted, "George, I know you're kind, but don't make things difficult for me."
George didn't say anything more.
As a servant, he knew very well what he should and shouldn't say.
He remained silent.
They continued to watch Alaric's inauguration ceremony.
At the end of it.
The entire sky was filled with colorful balloons, it was quite spectacular.
After watching, Cecilia lay down on the hospital bed.
Not eating made her feel weak.
She was just thinking about how long Alaric would hold out against her.
In her current state, it must have already been reported to Alaric.
Of course, she didn't think her confrontation with him would affect his inauguration ceremony.
She just didn't want to delay too long.
She just wanted to deliberately add trouble to him at his most important moment.
Over time, he would get tired of it.
Cecilia closed her eyes and slept for a while.
She didn't sleep long before the baby kicked her awake.
Probably reminding her that she was hungry.
A tear rolled down Cecilia's cheek.
In her past life, she let down Theodore and Genevieve.
In this life, she was letting down her baby.
Cecilia suppressed her emotions.
The moment she opened her eyes, her gaze suddenly froze.
She saw Alaric.
Didn't he just finish the ceremony?
Why was he here suddenly?
Her throat moved slightly, and as she wiped her tears.
A pair of warm hands were already helping her wipe them.
She pursed her lips and turned her face away.
Her resistance to him didn't need to be hidden or endured.
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