Chapter 787 Cecilia's Revenge
Stalemate.
Alaric spoke again, "Cecilia, eat something."
Cecilia acted as if she didn't hear.
"Just a few bites."
Cecilia remained indifferent.
"Come on, be good," Alaric coaxed her.
Using the gentlest voice to coax her.
Cecilia threw off the covers and tried to get out of bed.
She didn't want to see Alaric, and she didn't want Alaric to treat her like this.
However, her weakness made her almost faint as soon as she got out of bed.
She quickly supported herself on the bedpost.
Dizzy and lightheaded.
Alaric just watched her.
Watched her reject him so strongly.
Cecilia tried to steady herself, but after a while, a sharp pain suddenly tore through her chest.
The pain was so intense she could hardly bear it.
She clutched her chest, feeling so sick she wanted to vomit.
She tried to hold it in, but the next moment, she suddenly threw up.
Her stomach convulsed violently, causing her body to tense up to the extreme, leading to severe contractions, and her belly tightened instantly.
For the first time, Cecilia felt a bit of panic.
She thought her body might really harm the baby, it really might.
She vomited several times.
Alaric had already put down the utensils and ran to her, watching her in extreme discomfort.
George quickly called for the doctor.
The room was in chaos.
Cecilia was too weak to push Alaric away.
So when Alaric carried her back to the bed, she didn't resist.
She only felt the violent convulsions in her stomach, making her feel extremely uncomfortable, her body trembling uncontrollably.
She was actually scared, scared that something might really happen to the baby.
Cecilia held back her emotions.
The doctor quickly examined Cecilia, feeling her extremely tense abdomen, clearly indicating severe contractions.
If this continued, it would be very dangerous.
The doctor quickly administered a sedative to Cecilia.
Her emotions instantly stabilized.
Once stabilized, the convulsions in Cecilia's stomach slowly eased.
The abdominal contractions also gradually relaxed.
Finally, the situation was under control.
But the entire room remained tense.
No one knew why such a strong reaction had occurred.
Alaric stayed by Cecilia's side.
Watching her pale face.
While the doctor was giving Cecilia emergency treatment, he even thought, if Cecilia suddenly died, really died, what would he do?
"Dr. Murray, why did Ms. Lockhart suddenly react like this?" George couldn't help but ask the doctor.
Cecilia's reaction just now was really frightening.
Marc said, "It was likely stomach cramps causing stomach pain, which then triggered the contractions."
"Stomach cramps?"
"Ms. Lockhart hasn't eaten for a long time. Her body needs nutrition and food. Once the body is out of balance, cramps can occur. The most important thing now is to replenish food," Marc said.
George was a bit troubled.
He turned to look at Alaric and Cecilia.
Cecilia clearly didn't want to eat, so what should they do?
Alaric obviously heard Marc's words.
He said to the weak Cecilia lying on the bed, "Cecilia, we need to eat something."
Cecilia ignored him.
Her pale eyes stared blankly at a point in front of her, looking numb, as if isolated from the world, unable to hear any external sounds.
She just wanted to shut herself in her own world.
"George," Alaric called out to George when he didn't get a response from Cecilia.
George quickly scooped out a bowl of warm oatmeal and handed it to Alaric.
Alaric took it.
George looked at the wounds on Alaric's hand, wanting to remind him to take care of them, but given the current situation, he thought Alaric wouldn't care about his own body.
Alaric scooped a spoonful and brought it to Cecilia's lips.
Cecilia still didn't open her mouth.
Her deep eyes continued to stare blankly ahead, not looking at him at all.
"Open your mouth," Alaric said, pressing the spoon to Cecilia's lips, trying to force the oatmeal into her mouth.
Cecilia pressed her lips even tighter.
Her resistance finally made Alaric lose his patience.
He suddenly reached out and grabbed Cecilia's chin.
Cecilia felt a sharp pain in her chin.
Her tightly closed lips opened.
Alaric fed the spoonful of oatmeal into Cecilia's mouth.
After feeding it in, he forced her to close her lips, making her swallow it.
Cecilia coldly stared at Alaric.
Her chin hurt, her eyes red with tears, but she seemed to be holding them back.
Alaric watched, seeing Cecilia's undisguised hatred for him.
He said, "Eat something. The doctor said you need to replenish food."
Cecilia's eyes were icy cold.
She glared at Alaric, as if trying to imprint all his cruelty into her memory.
Alaric didn't care anymore.
He knew how much Cecilia hated him.
He didn't care if she hated him even more.
He held Cecilia's mouth for a while before letting go, intending to scoop another spoonful to feed her.
But as soon as Alaric let go, Cecilia spat out all the oatmeal in her mouth.
Alaric's eyes narrowed.
Cecilia smiled.
She wouldn't eat, so what could he do?
Force her to eat?
Cecilia saw the anger in Alaric's eyes.
Like flames, it burned his eyes red.
She thought, isn't this just mutual torment?
Who's afraid of whom?
Alaric's eyes suddenly narrowed.
He suddenly fed the spoonful of oatmeal into his own mouth.
Then, the next second.
He leaned towards Cecilia, his hand gripping the back of her head, holding her in place, and forcefully kissed her lips.
Cecilia was stunned.
Her face turned extremely pale.
She felt Alaric's lips pressing against hers, tightly, even his tongue trying to pry open her teeth.
Cecilia clenched her teeth tighter.
Alaric's touch made her feel nauseous.
However, the sudden pain in her chin forced her to open her lips, and at the same time, Alaric's tongue entered, bringing the soft oatmeal into her mouth.
Her throat moved.
The oatmeal was swallowed.
After swallowing.
Alaric released her chin, and his lips and tongue were about to leave.
Alaric's eyes narrowed.
The pain made him clench his fist.
Cecilia bit down on his tongue.
With all her strength, she bit and didn't let go.
Cecilia's mouth quickly tasted blood.
Alaric didn't push her away.
Clearly, he could have grabbed her chin again, forcing her to let go, but he didn't.
Instead, he let Cecilia, let Cecilia vent her anger.
Until blood flowed from their mouths, down his lips, and dripped onto the bed.
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