Chapter 87 Alaric's Fatherly Aura?
"Not entirely," Alaric replied.
Cecilia frowned, surprised. "Is there another reason?"
"Do you really want to know me that much?" Alaric asked, a mischievous grin playing on his lips.
Cecilia rolled her eyes; she wasn't interested at all.
"You'll find out eventually," Alaric said suddenly, his tone laden with meanings Cecilia couldn't decipher.
Cecilia had always known Alaric was a complicated man, but she didn't realize just how deep his complexity went.
Was it the right choice to cooperate with him? Would she repeat the mistakes of her past life?! Cecilia comforted herself with the thought that as long as she didn't fall for Alaric, she wouldn't. This time around, she vowed not to let herself fall in love with anyone.In the tranquillity of the room, an unexpected silence fell upon them. Cecilia sometimes found Alaric to be effusive and engaging, yet at other times, he retreated into a taciturn shell, his emotions guarded, his thoughts impenetrable.
Suddenly, there was a knock on the door.
"Mr. and Mrs. Whitaker, the dinner is ready," the servant called from the door.
"Okay," Alaric responded, rising from the sofa with a fluid grace.
Cecilia attempted to move as well, but the strain on her wound made her wince, drawing a sharp inhale of pain.
"Could you ask the servant to bring my dinner here?" she requested as she struggled to mask her discomfort.
Alaric nodded and exited the room, leaving Cecilia alone with her thoughts. Boredom soon crept in, prompting her to reach for her phone on the bedside table.
Just as her fingers brushed the device, Alaric's voice came from the doorway, startling her. "Can't stay still for even a second, can you?"
Cecilia was taken aback. How had he returned so quickly?
Alaric strode into the room carrying a dinner tray. Instinctively, she withdrew her hand, burrowing beneath the covers.
"Creamy pumpkin soup," he announced, setting the bowl gently before her.
"Okay," Cecilia responded.
Alaric scooped a spoonful of soup, blowing on it lightly before bringing it to her lips. Cecilia's surprise deepened—she had expected a servant to feed her, not him.
"Open your mouth," he commanded firmly.
"The servant can do it..." she began to protest.
"Open your mouth," he insisted, his tone brooking no argument.
Sometimes, Cecilia found Alaric to be quite domineering. Relenting, she parted her lips, and he fed her the spoonful of soup."How does it taste?" he asked.
"It's good," she admitted.
Tonight, something light was precisely what she needed. Spoonful by spoonful, she consumed the soup, each mouthful a delicate balance of flavors. Before long, the bowl was empty.
"Do you want more?" Alaric asked.
"No." Cecilia shook her head.
"Are you sure?"
"Yes."
"Then I'll have some," he said nonchalantly, dipping his spoon into the larger bowl.
Cecilia frowned slightly. "You haven't eaten yet?"
"I had to make sure you were fed first," Alaric replied, continuing to eat.
"I didn't realize you were so considerate," she remarked, a hint of astonishment in her voice.
"There are many things you don't realize about me," Alaric responded, his smile disarmingly charming.Cecilia was speechless.
She always felt that Alaric couldn't handle praise; once complimented, he would become insufferably proud.
She turned her head, deciding to ignore him. Then she suddenly froze. Alaric had just ladled more soup into the small bowl she had used and was using the same spoon. Did he not mind at all?!"Do you want more?" Alaric asked, glancing at her.
"No," she responded, turning her head away. She couldn't help but point out, "You're using the utensils I used."
"Oh, really?" Alaric feigned surprise, a smile playing on his lips. "No wonder the soup tastes so sweet tonight."After dinner, Cecilia continued to lie in bed while Alaric immersed himself in his game. She lay there for what felt like an eternity, wrestling with the growing need to use the bathroom.
She wriggled under the covers, attempting to rise slowly, but remembered her clothes had been cut open. Getting up would expose her. She pondered how to procure some clothes but remained stuck in this predicament for quite a while.
"Do you need to use the bathroom?" Alaric's voice suddenly pierced through the room.
Cecilia was startled. Wasn't he engrossed in his game? She could clearly hear the frantic sounds of battle from his phone. Why was he paying attention to her?
"Can you hold it?" he asked, still playing.
"No," Cecilia snapped, irritation flaring. She had been lying there all night, driven to madness while he enjoyed his game.
"Alright." Alaric put down his phone immediately.
Cecilia frowned; she could still hear Cassius's voice from the phone. "Alaric, is your screen frozen? Why aren't you moving?!"
Ignoring the plea, Alaric walked over to the bed and lifted Cecilia up.
"Alaric!" she protested, but the pain halted her resistance. She used her hands to cover her exposed front, her clothes loosely hanging on.
Alaric carried her to the bathroom and sat her on the toilet. "Need help with your pants?"
"Get out!" she retorted angrily, reddening in frustration.
He chuckled and left.
Cecilia ensured Alaric was truly gone before meticulously removing her pants to use the toilet. After what seemed an age, she managed to get dressed again, only for the bathroom door to open as she was about to exit.
Cecilia froze.
"I thought you had fallen in," laughed Alaric, unable to contain his amusement.
She ignored him and made her way, step by step, to the sink.
Alaric followed, turned on the faucet, and helped wash her hands, his large hands enveloping hers gently, cleaning thoroughly.Cecilia suddenly felt like a child being cared for by a parent. She even imagined Alaric had a fatherly aura.
She must be hallucinating. Alaric was clearly a carefree playboy.
After washing her hands, Alaric carried her back to the bed. Instead of returning to his game, he went to the bathroom, took a shower, and then, as if it were the most natural thing in the world, lifted her covers and slipped in beside her.
Cecilia just stared at him in shock.
"We already slept together last night, hugged, kissed, and..." Alaric's smile was mischievous.
Cecilia felt she might faint from a combination of fury and disbelief.
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