Chapter 786 Alaric Coaxes Cecilia to Eat
Cecilia's actions left Alaric's hand awkwardly suspended in mid-air.
His fingers twitched slightly, and he slowly lowered his hand.
He said, "Cecilia, eat something."
Cecilia didn't respond to him.
Alaric didn't get angry either.
His voice was even overly gentle as he said, "Then drink some water first. Just waking up, you might not have an appetite."
Cecilia still didn't respond.
She just turned her back to Alaric.
Treating him like air.
George, watching from the side, let out a heavy sigh.
He hadn't expected Alaric to suddenly appear in Serenovia City.
Just a few hours ago, he was attending his inauguration ceremony.
According to the timeline, Alaric must have come back immediately after the ceremony ended.
Shouldn't there be a lot of official duties to handle?
Shouldn't there be a state banquet tonight to celebrate?
Leaving so abruptly, is it really okay?
George didn't know what to say.
He felt helpless about the relationship between Alaric and Cecilia.
In the quiet room.
No one spoke again.
Until Cecilia suddenly threw off the covers and got out of bed.
Alaric just watched her closely.
Watched her suddenly sit up from the bed and then get down.
She needed to use the bathroom.
However, as soon as she got out of bed.
A wave of dizziness hit her.
Her weak body was about to collapse.
Alaric quickly caught Cecilia in his arms.
Cecilia leaned against his chest.
She really felt repulsed.
It was still the familiar feeling, still the familiar scent of Alaric, but at this moment, it felt so strange.
At this moment, she even felt that Alaric's body was filled with the scent of others.
She suddenly pushed Alaric away.
Alaric looked at her with disgust.
Watching her leave his embrace as if she had touched the dirtiest thing in the world.
As she left, the dizziness still lingered.
Cecilia reached out to support herself against the wall, leaning her whole body against it, trying to alleviate her dizziness.
Maybe it was because she hadn't eaten for too long, or maybe she had been lying down for too long.
She felt like she might really faint in the next second.
Alaric just watched Cecilia.
After just one day.
She seemed to have lost a lot of weight.
When he walked into the hospital room and saw her sleeping, her face was pale.
Seeing her tears suddenly fall from the corners of her eyes.
His heart felt like it was being cut by a knife, the pain making it hard for him to breathe.
But he chose to avoid it, pretending not to see her pain. He couldn't let her go.
Alaric reached out again, wanting to support Cecilia.
"Don't touch me," Cecilia's voice was cold.
She seemed unable to make her voice loud anymore.
She was even a bit weak, despite trying to hold it in.
Alaric's hand was once again awkwardly suspended in mid-air.
At that moment, Cecilia gradually recovered.
She slowly stood up straight and walked step by step towards the bathroom.
Each step was slow.
Her body swayed, as if she might collapse at any moment.
But she refused to let anyone help her.
Refused to let Alaric get close to her.
Finally.
She walked into the bathroom and closed the door.
Alaric just watched her struggling figure, his hand suspended in mid-air slowly lowered, clenching into a fist, trying to control himself, desperately trying to control himself.
Three minutes passed.
The bathroom door didn't open.
Five minutes passed.
The bathroom door still didn't open.
Ten minutes passed.
The bathroom door remained tightly closed.
Alaric stepped forward and knocked on the door, "Cecilia!"
There was no response from inside.
"Cecilia!" Alaric knocked harder on the door.
There was still no response from inside, not even a sound.
"Cecilia, if you don't open the door, I'll break it down!" Alaric's voice was extremely violent.
It was as if there was no one inside.
Alaric's eyes tightened.
He suddenly punched the door hard.
The violent force made a loud noise.
George was startled.
He quickly went over to try to stop him, but when he saw Alaric's grim face, he couldn't say a word.
Despite the loud noise, there was still no movement from inside the bathroom.
Alaric was clearly losing control.
At that moment, too many bad images flashed through his mind.
He used all his strength and kicked the bathroom door open.
As soon as it opened, he rushed in.
His face was filled with panic, even carrying a terrifying aura that made people fear.
As if, if something really happened, he would be against the whole world, he would be anti-social!
However, when Alaric rushed in.
After rushing in, he saw Cecilia calmly washing her hands at the sink.
She didn't even look at Alaric.
Didn't see his panicked expression.
As if he didn't exist.
She didn't know about his frantic actions just now, she was living in her own world.
Alaric's violence subsided the moment he saw Cecilia, the moment he saw she was safe and sound.
"Dying for you is not worth it." Cecilia carefully washed her hands, then used a clean towel to wipe off the water.
Her straightforward words stabbed directly at Alaric's heart.
Like a sharp sword, piercing his heart, making it bleed non-stop.
His throat moved slightly.
The brutality from a moment ago and the calmness now formed a stark contrast.
He said, "Yes, I'm not worth it."
So, don't torture yourself for me.
That was the pain he should bear, not her.
Cecilia chuckled lightly.
With a hint of sarcasm.
Just a moment ago, she really wanted to jump out of the bathroom window.
She put down the towel and walked past Alaric.
She glanced at the door Alaric had kicked open, still indifferent.
Back on the bed.
Cecilia lay down to continue sleeping.
Not wanting to see Alaric, but unable to drive him away, she could only choose to close her eyes.
Out of sight, out of mind.
However, the next moment, the head of the bed was raised.
Cecilia bit her lip.
She opened her eyes and watched Alaric's actions.
Watched him raise the head of her bed without her permission.
Forming a 75-degree angle, making Cecilia's upper body sit up.
"Eat something." Alaric seemed oblivious to the disgust in Cecilia's eyes, he appeared very composed.
Cecilia just coldly watched Alaric, not resisting, not saying a word.
Alaric turned and picked up the oatmeal George had prepared.
He scooped a spoonful, blew on it, made sure it wasn't too hot, and then brought it to Cecilia's mouth.
Cecilia just looked at him coldly.
Looking at the back of his hand, which was red with blood.
Probably from when Alaric was hitting the door.
She pretended not to see it.
And didn't open her mouth.
Alaric made a sound, coaxing her to eat.
Cecilia directly turned her head away.
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