Chapter 109 Ophelia, Let's Call off Our Engagement
Darian narrowed his eyes, concealing the flicker of dejection within them.
He was well aware of why they had staged the scene tonight. Darian was not blind to it.
"Tonight, you invited them over," Darian stated coldly to Ophelia.
It wasn't a question.
Caught off-guard by Darian's sudden accusation, Ophelia stumbled over her words, "I, it wasn't me... Darian..."
She was eager to explain, but under Darian's intense gaze, she became so nervous that her words started to jumble.
"You're wondering what I'd do if Cecily had a child with someone else," he said.
Ophelia hadn't expected Darian to see right through her, and suddenly, a chill enveloped her whole being.
Darian let out a mocking laugh.
What would he do?
He didn't know.
He didn't even know himself.
All he knew was that he felt terrible inside.
'No smoke without fire,' he thought. The Watson family wouldn't fabricate a lie out of thin air, and perhaps Cecily was simply well-prepared, so her secret remained just that—undiscovered.
He was also aware that Cecily had kept something from him ever since she returned to the country. From the moment she chased him down at the airport, accusing him of taking her child, he knew she was hiding something.
However, Darian was still unclear whether the child she was hiding was the one rumored to have died years ago or a new child she had with someone else in the past five years.
Either way, that child wasn't his.
Thinking about this ignited a fierce, nameless rage within Darian—so strong that he felt an impulse to storm into Cecily's house and demand that she bear him a child that would truly be theirs.
Ophelia watched Darian's downcast eyes, unable to read his emotions, and mustered up the courage to tentatively ask, "Darian, if Miss Cecily really does have a child, what will you do?"
She was eager to know. She desperately wanted an answer.
Darian lifted his gaze, chuckling dismissively.
What would he do? He already had a non-biological son, Rowan. What difference would it make to raise another?
The thought startled Darian himself—it was enough. He was getting too used to the idea of raising other people's children, making himself out to be some sort of saint.
Ophelia gazed at him with hopeful eyes.
Darian met her gaze, seemingly lost in thought. After a long moment, he sighed, "Ophelia, let's call off our engagement."
Ophelia's body trembled, and she froze, appearing unable to believe Darian's words. It took her a full three seconds to find her voice, "You... Darian, what did you say?"
"We’re breaking off the engagement," Darian stated without hesitation, his voice cold and assertive. "Whatever compensation you desire, as long as it's within my power, I can provide for you."
Ophelia had never imagined that Darian would propose to break off their engagement.
Why would he want to break off the engagement with her?
She couldn't understand why.
She knew that Darian had previously agreed to marry her because of that one night, and because she had lost their child, he felt guilt.
For the past five years, he had also been a significant help to the Flores family's business, all of this stemming from his guilt and his attempt to make amends.
Ophelia always felt that one life was enough to exhaust Darian's guilt perpetually.
At the same time, she also knew that everything Darian had given her over these five years was insignificant to him.
Because he didn't care, it was easy for him to give.
However, why was he now proposing to break off the engagement?
Was it because of Cecily? Was it because he cared about Cecily and thus began to care about the Mrs. Fitzgerald title?
He didn't want to give it to her anymore, did he?
'Why? Is it because of Cecily? Because of the woman who killed our child?' Ophelia suppressed her voice, no one knowing how much she wished to scream at him hysterically.
However, as her anger surged in her brain, she didn't dare to let it out.
He didn't love her, and she wouldn't allow herself to be loathed by him again.
"Darian." Ophelia desperately rushed into Darian’s arms, "Darian, are you tired of my fussing? I'll stop, I'll stop, okay? Please don’t leave me."
Tears fell from Ophelia’s eyes in big drops, her sobbing pitiful, evoking sympathy from anyone who saw her.
Upstairs, Cecily had been meaning to check if they had left. As she opened the window, her gaze fell directly on the two of them, embracing each other below.
The woman clung to the man, her head buried in his chest. Cecily didn't know what they were saying or see the expressions on their faces.
Cecily's eyes trembled slightly, and her face unknowingly dimmed a bit.
She closed the window, not looking anymore.
Darian pushed Ophelia away, looking at the woman in front of him with tear-reddened eyes. He, too, was in a foul mood and had no extra patience to cater to her emotions.
"Think it over."
'What is there to think over? Is it the breaking off compensation?'
'Does this mean Darian has decided to break off their engagement?'
Before she could voice her question, Darian had already got into his car and driven away.
Ophelia took a few steps forward, but how could a person ever catch up to a car?
She stumbled and fell to the ground, her fingernails digging into the ground. She cried for what felt like an eternity. When she lifted her gaze once more, it landed on the floor where Cecily lived, a surge of hatred rolling in like a tidal wave.
If Cecily weren't there, Darian wouldn't be treating her this way.
It was all Cecily's fault.
Why did Cecily even exist in this world?
Why didn't Cecily just die?
...
Darian didn't head straight home but instead went to a clubhouse. Hayden and Declan watched as Darian downed one drink after another.
They could feel that Darian was in a terrible mood.
Hayden and Declan huddled in a corner of the sofa, quaking in their boots.
"What's up with Darian? Haven't seen him this mad in a long time," Declan whispered, tugging at Hayden's clothes and blinking.
Hayden glanced at Declan, raising an eyebrow, "Why don't you ask him?"
"No way."
'Am I crazy?'
'Darian's current expression looked like he could bring about the apocalypse. Why would I offer myself up as a sacrifice?'
"You going or not?"
"Absolutely not. Why should I be the one to go? Why don't you?" Declan wasn't keen on stepping forward.
"Darian usually favors you the most."
"What does he favor me with? His fists?" Declan looked at Hayden with an expression that read, 'Are you crazy?'
Hayden took a sip of his drink, smirked smugly, and said, "Let's make a bet. I bet Darian is upset because of Cecily again. Do you believe it?"
"Why are you so sure?"
"Because of love," Hayden said, drawing out the last word with a suggestive tone.
Declan almost thought the guy was about to break into song.
"Please, just go ask him. I'm curious."
"I'm not curious, come on..."
Before Declan could finish, Hayden gave him a strong shove.
"Damn." Declan stumbled and lurched toward Darian, landing awkwardly on Darian's knees with a "thud," almost kneeling in front of him.
That pose...
Darian drained the whiskey from his glass and looked down at Declan.
Meeting Darian's icy gaze, Declan started, quickly retracting his hand from Darian's leg, "Darian..."
Darian scanned Declan up and down, his voice raspy and low, and asked, "What's up?"
Declan opened his mouth, at a loss for words. Damn, Hayden, for setting him up again.
"Nothing, my leg hurts... it was an accident..."
Declan's eyes swept over the empty bottles on the table in front of Darian, his mouth twitching slightly.
In just a few minutes, that was an entire bottle of whiskey.
'Is Darian trying to drink himself to death?'
"Darian, maybe you should slow down on the drinking."
As Declan spoke up to caution him, Darian opened another bottle.
Hayden walked over, glanced at the bottles, and the smile on his face stiffened, "Darian, stop drinking. What happened? Is it something to do with Cecily again?"
As soon as Hayden finished speaking, Darian looked up sharply, his gaze fierce like a provoked lion, his deep-set eyes flashing with a lethal intent.
He lifted his hand, and in an instant, the cup in his grip flew out, shattering violently against the wall.
With a loud crash, it became a pile of fragments.
Just then, a waiter brought in drinks. Startled by the commotion in the private room, his whole body shook, nearly dropping to the floor.
Hayden and Declan exchanged glances, their hearts pounding in their chests.
'Just how formidable is Cecily to infuriate Darian to such an extent?'
They knew that Darian's anger today differed from his usual irritation, which he could normally keep in check.
However, today, Darian seemed to radiate an uncontrollable, wild rage mixed with fury.
Neither Hayden nor Declan dared to clown around in front of Darian anymore. They stood by, well-behaved.
Darian stood up, ready to leave.
Hayden called out, "Where are you going?"
"How's he supposed to drive in this state?"
"Hurry, follow him."
They quickly chased after him, but by the time they caught up, Darian was already in his car, speeding away with a slam on the accelerator.
"Damn! Hayden, Darian looks like he's on a mission to kill someone."
Declan watched the disappearing car, sensing trouble brewing that night.
Hayden's eyes darkened, and he sighed heavily, "Let him go..."
"We can't catch up anyway."
Declan glanced at him, "What kind of nonsense are you spouting?"
He had expected something profound, but that was it...
Fortunately, the roads weren't busy in the middle of the night. Darian arrived at Cecily's apartment complex and violently slammed the car door behind him.
Soon, the restless Cecily heard a knock on the door.
She initially thought she misheard, but she sat up when the knocking came again.
Cecily glanced at Aurelie, who was sleeping like a log beside her, carefully moved Aurelie's arms and legs off her and slipped out of bed.
She grabbed a shawl and draped it over her shoulders before heading to the door.
Who would come at this late hour?
Since it was the middle of the night, Cecily decided to be cautious. She tiptoed and peered through the peephole but saw no one.
Thinking it was a prank, she turned to head back to bed.
However, then the knocking sounded again.
Cecily paused, looking skeptically toward the door, wondering if she had run into a ghostly encounter.
Holding the doorknob, Cecily was about to step out to check when suddenly, the door was forcefully pushed open.
In an instant, she was pinned against the wall as an overwhelming wave of kisses swarmed her...
The man's broad palms gripped her waist with an intensity as if he wanted to meld her into his bones, kissing her lips ferociously...
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