Chapter 144 Is Darian Impotent?
Darian was speechless for a moment.
"Mommy?" Rowan asked, sensing something was off, "You aren't mommy."
Darian's dark eyes narrowed as if suddenly piecing things together. He said slowly, "She's resting."
There was a sharp "click," and Rowan hung up.
Darian was left staring at the disconnected call. The number wasn't Rowan's, and he didn't hesitate. Turning his head, he picked up his own phone and dialed the number for 'Rowan.'
The phone rang for a long time.
In that moment, Darian's mind was flooded with countless questions.
Who exactly was that child on the other end of the line?
Was it Rowan?
Or was it another one of her children?
He needed to confirm these suspicions.
Immediately!
Right away!
Finally, the phone connected, and the groggy voice of Griffin filled the line, thick with the irritation of being woken, "Dad, do you even know what time it is? Don't you sleep at night?"
Upon hearing the voice, Darian hesitated for a moment. The voices of the two children were so alike. However, listening closely, the attitudes were entirely different. Considering Rowan's nature, no matter how he spoke, it was always measured and polite; he would never speak like this.
He had noticed some differences in 'Rowan' recently but hadn't paid much attention at the time. He had simply thought the kid had brightened up after starting school, more willing to chat, more eager to bond with him. However, clearly, that wasn't the case.
The child living beside him these days was not Rowan. It was another child. A child who looked exactly like Rowan.
Clutching his phone, Darian pondered over previous interactions and realized there were countless discrepancies. There were too many dissimilarities between them, but because of their identical looks and voices, he had no reason to suspect that the child living with him wasn’t 'Rowan,' so he had ignored those differences.
"Hey, Dad, why aren't you saying anything?" came the voice from the phone.
Darian didn't immediately expose them; he simply replied with a casual tone, "It's nothing, go back to sleep."
After hanging up, Darian stood still for a long time. His suspicions were correct. The child who had disappeared with Cecily all those years ago hadn't died. And that child had been living by his side these past days. The real Rowan had been living with Cecily since she took him.
Darian raised a hand to pinch the bridge of his nose. After a long while, he let out a cold chuckle. So they were in on it together, deceiving him. That was just great.
Cecily awoke slowly in bed, opening her bleary eyes to see a man wrapped only in a towel, standing with his back to her at the desk.
Cecily's consciousness was still murky, but after a fleeting moment of haze, she suddenly opened her eyes wide.
Incredulously, she called out, "Blaise?"
Darian heard the woman's voice and turned around.
Who had she just called out for?
Blaise?
A chill swept over Darian's expression, his face growing colder by the second. This woman, had she just mistaken him for Blaise? Was she so obsessed with Blaise that the moment she opened her eyes she started calling out his name?
Rage simmered in Darian, on the verge of eruption. She had been deceiving him, playing games with him and the two kids, and now mistaking him for someone else. Only moments ago, Blaise had claimed he had been with Cecily for five years.
Each revelation danced dangerously close to Darian's breaking point.
Unable to contain himself, he took large strides towards Cecily.
As her vision finally cleared, she saw the man approaching. He was topless, flaunting a toned torso with a defined eight-pack and sculpted V-lines. His short hair was still dripping wet, and his expression was fiercely combative.
Cecily's heart rate quickened.
"Darian!" she exclaimed, recognizing his name. In the next moment, the man was upon her.
His domineering presence enveloped her. Cecily looked at Darian with fear, her eyes darting between him and her own body. She could feel she was only wearing a shirt, and Darian was wrapped in nothing but a towel.
Her heart pounded fiercely as she blurted out, "What have you done to me, you beast?"
Seeing her alarm, Darian realized she had gotten the wrong idea.
He smirked, a wicked thought passing through his eyes, "What do you think? You seemed to be enjoying it just a second ago, who are you putting this act on for now?"
Cecily's eyes were full of disbelief.
He meant... they had slept together!
Impossible.
There was no sensation in her body to indicate such an encounter.
Unless Darian was impotent!
How could she have just had sex and not felt any different?
Watching Darian bare-chested and fresh from the shower, Cecily couldn't help but let her thoughts wander as she compared her own disheveled appearance.
Darian noticed the woman's pale face and the intriguing expressions playing across it. With a sneer, he quipped, "What? Reliving the moment?"
Cecily frowned, lifting her hand to block Darian's gradual approach. Her mind was still fuzzy, and she couldn't stop wondering if anything had actually happened between her and Darian.
From the way he spoke, it seemed something did!
Cecily's brows furrowed. "Darian," she started.
"Mhm?" Darian raised an eyebrow, looking down at Cecily beneath him.
"Are you not... impotent?"
He had implied that they had done something, yet she really felt nothing.
"What did you say?" Darian said through gritted teeth, offended by her bold accusation; a man's performance was never to be questioned!
Cecily's words had undoubtedly struck a nerve in Darian.
"Then let's see if I'm potent or not!" Torn between anger and desire, he didn't hesitate to bend down and press his lips hard against hers.
This infuriating mouth of hers always seemed to provoke him. This infuriating woman constantly managed to make him angry.
As he kissed her passionately, lips and tongues intertwining, Darian tasted sweetness and refused to let her go. This woman was his, she had always been his, and he wouldn't allow anyone to take her away.
Cecily struggled forcefully, pushing against him, but she couldn't break free from his grasp. Against this tall, muscular man, she found herself powerless to do anything but endure his dominating advances.
The kiss was wild, filled with a domineering ferocity, and the more she pushed him away, the more forceful he became.
"Snap"
The crisp sound halted Darian mid-action, and he looked down to see the woman under him glaring at him, her eyes blazing with righteous indignation.
Darian stared intently at the woman on the bed. Her slap wasn't forceful since she had just woken up and lacked strength.
However, that very slap was enough to bring Darian to his senses.
Darian pursed his lips, lowered his gaze to the woman, and upon reflection, he realized he had lost count of how many times this woman had slapped him.
No one had ever dared treat him like this before.
Except for her.
She seemed to act with utter abandon, doing as she pleased.
She was always the one getting bullied. He always ended up getting the slap, and yet he was the one who couldn't seem to do anything about it!
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