Chapter 138 Blaise Arrived
At the event, Ophelia nervously gauged Darian’s reaction, fearing any hint of concern on his face for Cecily.
“Cecily can’t get in; I’ll go get her,” Declan was the first to rise.
“Ahem,” Hayden coughed lightly, pulling Declan back down, “Why are you always sticking your nose into other people’s business?”
“I’m sticking my nose into other people’s business…?”
Hayden stuffed a piece of cake into Declan’s mouth, “Hungry, right? Have some more.”
'Keep it shut, man. Darian is still here; it’s not our place to intervene.'
Declan eyed Hayden with a skeptical squint as he made faces.
Hayden turned to Darian, “Darian, why don’t you go get Cecily? She must’ve just forgotten her invitation and can’t get in now. It's so unfortunate.”
With that single sentence, Hayden changed the narrative from Ophelia not having an invite to merely forgetting it, altering the nature of the situation entirely.
Darian’s brows knitted slightly; why should he care if that woman couldn’t get in?
They were about to divorce; why should he involve himself in her affairs?
“Does it have anything to do with me?” Darian asked with an air of indifference.
Hayden was taken aback.
What was he to make of this?
Ophelia couldn’t suppress her joy, her smile nearly uncontrollable.
It seemed that Darian didn’t care about Cecily as Ophelia had worriedly assumed.
Just then, someone too curious for their own good pressed the issue, “Who is Miss Cecily?”
Smiling, Ophelia answered, “The young lady of the Watson family, Cecily.”
“Cecily?”
People exchanged glances in disbelief.
Wasn’t that Darian’s deceased wife?
“You don’t have to be so surprised. Miss Cecily didn’t die; she just faked her death to leave,” Ophelia said with a hint of bitterness regarding the past.
Back in the day, the incident between Cecily and Ophelia was no secret among their social circles.
Cecily was the one responsible for the death of Ophelia's eight-month-old baby. And now, Ophelia's claims of faking her own death and leaving—it sounded like she fled out of fear, didn't it?
"This woman is too despicable," they would say. "After what she did all those years ago, how dare she show her face around here."
"Truly despicable," another would chime in. "If she'd died back then, it would've been just as well. But to fake her death? A vile woman like her doesn't deserve to live."
Ophelia noticed that Darian remained silent after hearing these words, which only made her happier inside.
Darian, however, was not as indifferent as he appeared. His downcast eyes were turbulent with unspoken thoughts, betraying the calm facade he was trying to keep up.
Ophelia pursed her lips, forcing a smile as she agreed with them, "It's all in the past now."
The clueless bunch thought that by criticizing Cecily, they would please Darian.
Hayden and Declan just watched them dig their own graves with unfettered glee.
"Everything's in the past? That woman got off easy without jail time," somebody declared.
"She should have paid with her life..." another voice added.
Then there was a loud "crash."
Darian's wine glass shattered on the floor as he slammed it down, glass shards scattering everywhere.
Everyone turned their eyes towards the commotion.
Darian lifted his dark, intense eyes, gritting his teeth as he ordered, "Shut up."
The group was taken aback by Darian's sudden fury, their faces turning pale with fear.
Even Ophelia shrank back, watching Darian with a face full of terror.
Unable to calm his anger, Darian stood up and strode toward the exit.
"Darian?" Ophelia's face held a hint of panic as she gathered her dress and hurried after him.
Meanwhile, outside.
Cecily heard a man's mocking and playful voice above her, "What a pity."
Recognizing the voice, Cecily looked up straight into the face of the man known for his wicked charm.
Raising an eyebrow, she asked, "You're here for the party too?"
Blaise stood casually, a quizzical arch of his brow as he spoke softly, "Hmm, just killing time and looking for something to do. Wanna go inside?"
"Sure." Aurelie had just called to say she'd be another ten or so minutes away.
Though Cecily could ignore the stares of others, lingering outside had started to feel a bit awkward.
Now that Blaise had arrived, he was just the person to accompany her inside.
Cecily almost felt like thanking her lucky stars.
"But that suit..." Cecily touched her chin, eyeing Blaise's attire, "looks a bit off."
Blaise glanced down at his clothes with a light gaze, "What's off about it?"
"Isn't it a bit small?"
Cassian, following behind Blaise, was on the verge of tears. How could it not be small? He had just taken it off himself.
Blaise usually had no love for suits, preferring a more casual and carefree style. However, he had come over on short notice today and felt his clothes were too informal. He wasn't too bothered about it, but since he was with Cecily and at this type of event, he wanted to look presentable. Therefore, right at the entrance, he had swiped Cassian's jacket and thrown it over his black shirt, and it looked quite the match.
"Does it look bad?"
"Not at all," Cecily hurriedly shook her head. With Blaise's heart-throb face, how could a suit look bad on him?
He could dazzle an entire street, no problem.
Even if it really did look bad, would she dare say so?
If she did, Blaise would surely turn on her right then and there.
Cecily reached out to straighten his collar, "Let's go."
"Hold on," Blaise said, stopping her.
"Yes?"
Blaise bent his arm, gesturing with his eyes for her to come closer. Cecily raised an eyebrow but didn't refuse. She walked over and confidently took his arm.
Across the room, inside the banquet hall, Darian watched the whole scene and his eyes narrowed dangerously, a turbulent anger brewing in their depths.
A cold, mocking smile then crossed his lips, laced with scorn.
The woman indeed had plenty of men to assist her.
She clearly didn't lack for his company.
He'd actually considered coming out to help her.
What a joke.
Ophelia, who had followed him out, happened to witness this scene and saw the look of irritation on Darian's face.
Ophelia felt both relieved and sad.
Relieved because Darian had seen the scene, but sad because she felt the anger emanating from him.
He was angry, because he cared.
He still cared about Cecily.
Darian was fuming inside because some people had spoken ill of Cecily.
Ophelia tugged at the corners of her mouth to hide the bitterness in her heart. She walked over and looped her arm through Darian’s, her face still beaming with smiles. "Darian, let's go inside."
Cecily strolled in arm in arm with Blaise. The four of them locked eyes at that very moment.
This time, Darian did not shake off Ophelia’s hand; instead, his sharp, icy gaze remained fixed on Cecily's face.
Cecily was somewhat surprised to bump into Darian and Ophelia. Her expression hesitated for a brief moment.
Ophelia leaned closer to Darian, almost pressing her entire body against his, feigning a display of affection as if to stake her claim to Cecily.
Darian saw through Ophelia's intentions but didn't push her away. His eyes stayed locked on Cecily, as if he was eager to discover something.
With an appropriate smile, Ophelia said, "Oh, Miss Cecily was just waiting for her boyfriend before coming in."
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