Chapter 134 Darian Kneels to Apologize
This was terrifying.
He had the feeling that if this conversation continued, the atmosphere would shift drastically.
Hayden shot Declan a telling glance, and Declan, attempting to ease the tension, joked, "But we can't keep calling you Miss Cecily; it feels so formal."
"Exactly."
"Dr. Cecily works too," Cecily said, looking up at them briefly, oblivious to the man on the sofa who was turning a shade darker by the second.
"Uh..."
Hayden forced a smile, cursing himself for his foolishness. Had he grown tired of living to be bringing up such a delicate subject?
"Cecily, we can call you Cecily, right?" Hayden quickly suggested.
"That's fine." As long as they didn't call her Mrs. Fitzgerald.
"You two, get out," Darian, who had been silent on the sofa, finally spoke up.
Hayden and Declan watched as Darian sat on the black leather couch, but to them, it felt like he wasn’t sitting on a mere sofa. In their eyes, it was a throne of bones, a macabre seat built out of skulls, and there he sat like a merciless king of darkness.
"Okay then, we'll be going," Hayden said, though in truth, he wanted to drag Declan to stay and watch the drama unfold.
However, they decided that preserving their own lives was a priority, so the two slunk away sheepishly.
Once they had left, the room fell into an eerie silence, and the atmosphere tensely shifted.
Cecily laid out the medical instruments on the table in front of Darian. Seeing him with his eyes closed, reclining on the couch, she didn’t ask him to lie down. Instead, she walked behind him and began to administer his treatment.
"You hurt Ophelia this morning," Darian suddenly said, his eyes still closed, his voice laced with a coldness.
Cecily expected Ophelia to complain to Darian, so she was not surprised.
It seemed that Darian’s interrogation stemmed from concern for Ophelia, a desire to seek retribution on her behalf.
Cecily's expression cooled, and her touch grew slightly heavier.
"I need to concentrate right now. This isn’t a good time for chatting. You’d best keep quiet." she said with her characteristic sharp tongue and detached tone.
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After the treatment, Cecily finally addressed his earlier question, "Yes, I did upset her quite a bit. Are you thinking about getting revenge for her?"
Her voice was as calm as before, betraying no emotion.
There was a brief silence.
Darian squinted his eyes, studying Cecily. She had some considerable skills for which Ophelia was no match at all.
Who had trained her in combat skills? Blaise?
Frowning, Darian asked, "Who taught you your combat skills?"
"Why do you ask? It has nothing to do with the fact that I hit Ophelia," she retorted.
"Of course, it does," Darian answered indifferently, adding, "You hit her, after all."
He was indeed seeking justice for Ophelia.
Cecily let out a shallow sigh, "And then what? Are you going to make her hit me back?"
Cecily's fingers clenched tightly. If Darian truly made Ophelia hit her back, then she wouldn't be polite either. After all, she had just treated his wounds, and now he was seeking revenge for his sweetheart.
Moreover, how could he not ask her why she had incapacitated Ophelia in the first place? Who had thrown the first punch?
Darian let out a cold laugh, clearly dissatisfied with Cecily's lack of response to his question. "Shouldn't I make her hit back?" he challenged.
Cecily paused for a moment, a glimmer of sadness flashing in her eyes. However, quickly she offered a light, airy laugh. "Okay," she said.
A fleeting look of harshness crossed Darian's eyes as he let out a derisive snort. "Then get to it," he quipped, his lips barely moving.
Cecily packed up her tools without another moment's delay and walked off. She secretly made some small movements.
Standing and tensing his handsome face, Darian suddenly felt a numbness in his knee, and before he could brace himself, he was kneeling on the ground with an involuntary grunt. His arms quickly followed suit, becoming numbed and virtually immobilized.
Hearing the commotion behind her, Cecily turned to see a thoroughly infuriated Darian. She couldn't help but let a smirk play across her lips. Serves him right for being an ingrate. He could dream on if he thought she'd comply with his request to revive Ophelia.
Gritting his teeth, Darian uttered her name with vehemence, "Cecily!"
Cecily circled back, squatting before him and gently patted his head as if he were a small dog. "Here I am. Why are you calling?"
Darian was seething, wanting nothing more than to strangle her, but helpless in his immobilized state. "Just you wait," he ground out. "I will get even with you."
Cecily nodded cheerfully, amused by the sight of Darian wanting to lop her head off yet unable to lay a hand on her. "I suggest making those threats standing up."
"Undo this!" he demanded.
Resting her chin on her hand, Cecily eyed his darkened, handsome face. She pulled out a small bottle of pills and placed them on the table. "Apologize first."
"Me, apologize to you? Are you out of your mind?" Darian retorted.
"My hand just healed you, and here you are thinking about helping Ophelia teach me a lesson, Darian. You sure know how to burn your bridges," Cecily accused Darian with an unamused voice.
"And why don't you ask who threw the first punch? Why I had to strike her? You jumped to conclusions without knowing the facts. Shouldn't you be apologizing to me?"
Darian knew this woman was full of tricks.
"So tell me, why did you hit her?"
Cecily pressed her lips together, speaking calmly, "Because she and her mother, along with yours, barged into my hospital room. She and her mother were pointing fingers and calling me shameless. I called her a home-wrecker and the next thing I knew, she was fuming and tried to slap me. Tell me, didn't her hand deserve to be struck?"
Darian's eyes narrowed. "That's all?"
"Of course there's more. I find her incredibly stupid. On one hand, she's pushing for me to divorce you and on the other, she doesn't want me to get any of your money. I was actually going to agree to a clean break, take the money and leave, and have nothing to do with each other. But she wouldn't have it. She should be thankful I, Cecily, was in a good mood and didn't smack her head."
Darian's initial regrets vanished upon hearing her talk about taking the money and leaving.
'Divorce and take the money!'
'She sure has some nerve.'
"Undo this."
"Apologize first."
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