Chapter 235 Drugging Darian
Cecily spent a peaceful week, visiting Darian every three days for treatment.
Sandra's satisfaction with Cecily grew as the days passed. Sometimes, she would even sit down with Cecily and have a chat.
Cecily was not one to hold grudges. If others greeted her with a smile, she wouldn't continue to resent past events and treat them coldly.
Ophelia's side had been exceptionally quiet this week, so quiet that even Cecily, who had her suspicions, found it surprising.
But Cecily understood Ophelia's temperament very well. As long as she was alive, she would go to extremes.
You never knew when she would pull out her trump card.
Fitzgerald's Family.
Ophelia, who hadn't been seen in a long time, came to Fitzgerald's Family, dressed simply and cleanly. The scene from two months ago was vivid in her mind, the heart-wrenching pain piercing her to the core, causing her to shiver involuntarily.
"Mr. Fitzgerald has allowed you in," the servant said, opening the door for Ophelia.
Ophelia pursed her lips and nodded. "All right, thank you."
The servant looked at Ophelia with surprise. Ophelia had always been haughty and looked down on them servants. This time, she actually took the initiative to say thank you?
Ophelia had changed a lot after being dealt with by someone. Her character had transformed too much!
Mr. Fitzgerald was sitting on the sofa in the living room. Ophelia walked over and knelt in front of him without waiting for him to speak.
Mr. Fitzgerald glanced at her nonchalantly. "What are you doing?"
"Mr. Fitzgerald, I am here to apologize today."
Mr. Fitzgerald remained silent.
"I was wrong on that day. I was too eager for success and did not listen to you, resulting in Darian being in danger. Mr. Fitzgerald, I know I was wrong. Please forgive me."
With teary eyes, Ophelia knelt sincerely in front of Mr. Fitzgerald. She had been tormented for two months, and her already slender figure looked even weaker now as if a gust of wind could knock her down. It truly evoked sympathy.
Mr. Fitzgerald furrowed his brow and squinted at Ophelia. "Aren't you angry?"
After being tormented by Darian for two months, he found it hard to believe that she didn't hold any resentment toward him.
"I am angry, but it's my own fault," she replied, gritting her teeth and clenching her fists. "I blame Darian for being heartless, but he didn't do anything wrong. It was me who made the mistake. That's why I blame myself for not listening to you, Mr. Fitzgerald. I truly hated Cecily back then, so my mind was clouded by hatred. However, I never once thought about harming Darian." Ophelia's voice was firm, and regret filled her eyes.
Mr. Fitzgerald nodded slightly, not believing her words but satisfied nonetheless.
Ophelia was clever. She knew better than to alienate the Fitzgerald family. Even if she suffered immensely, she would still swallow her pain.
Mr. Fitzgerald no longer held any anger after two months of torment.
His recent concern was Darian and Cecily getting too close. Due to the child, they were bound to meet each other.
Mr. Fitzgerald was afraid that Darian would become more deeply entangled.
He glared sharply at Ophelia as she knelt in repentance, knowing that she and the Flore family were still useful to him. Therefore, Mr. Fitzgerald wouldn't further embarrass Ophelia.
"Get up, don't kneel anymore. You have suffered enough in these past two months."
By saying this, Mr. Fitzgerald implied that things were now even between them.
Ophelia slowly stood up and licked her dry lips. "Mr. Fitzgerald, I deserved all of this."
Despite her words, only she knew how much she truly hated inside.
"Now that you're here, let's finish the meal before you leave," Mr. Fitzgerald suggested.
Ophelia couldn't be more grateful, and, of course, she didn't refuse.
It was still early, and the servants were already busy preparing for tonight's dinner.
Seeing them bustling about, it seemed like they were preparing for an important guest. Ophelia thought it might be because of her presence that Mr. Fitzgerald had given special instructions. So she politely said, "You don't have to make it so lavish. Just cook something simple."
The servant gave her a strange look and said, "Mrs. Watson said that Cecily is coming tonight, so she prepared many dishes that Cecily loves."
Ophelia's face momentarily stiffened.
Cecily! It was always Cecily!
Just the mention of her name made Ophelia seethe with hatred.
The maid continued on with her tasks, leaving Ophelia feeling a bit awkward in her spot.
At that moment, the door at the entrance opened, and the quiet villa suddenly filled with a distinctive sound.
The maid walked forward skillfully, "Darian, so early today?"
"Yes," Darian replied in a calm tone, his handsome face devoid of much expression. However, it was evident that he was in a good mood today.
The maid understood that Darian's mood would always improve, and he would come home early as long as Cecily was around.
In recent days, the atmosphere at home has been pleasant. With the master's good mood, even the maids were better off. So, even the maid liked Cecily a lot and treated her as the future mistress of the house.
Darian's gaze fell on Cecily, who was sitting on the couch, and a hint of a smile flashed in his deep eyes as he walked into the living room. "So early."
Ophelia shifted uncomfortably as she felt a cool breeze sweep by her. When she raised her eyes, she found herself locking eyes with Darian's pitch-black gaze.
Her eyes trembled.
Darian immediately furrowed his brows, looking at Cecily on the couch. "Why is it you?"
Naturally, he had mistaken Ophelia for Cecily from behind and didn't expect it to be her.
Ophelia hastily stood up, the painful memories left by those three shots still too deeply ingrained. They were so deep that every time she saw Darian, an infinite fear welled up in her heart.
But luckily, she had mentally prepared herself and quickly suppressed that fear. As if nothing had happened, she greeted Darian as usual. "Darian, you're back."
Her ability to heal herself was quite good.
Just over a week after being rescued, she was able to act as if nothing had happened.
Darian glanced at her outfit, which resembled Cecily's usual style, and noticed that she had changed her hairstyle. At first glance, she could easily be mistaken for Cecily.
Both of them understood the intention behind this, even though it was not explicitly mentioned.
A trace of coldness lingered in Darian's unfathomable eyes.
In the quiet space, Ophelia felt suffocated.
"Not planning on leaving?"
This was Darian's way of driving her away.
Ophelia's fingertips trembled. How could she leave when she hadn't achieved her goal? Although she resented this man, every time she saw him and felt the aura emanating from him, Ophelia couldn't help but be infatuated.
Evil thoughts crossed Ophelia's mind. It would be good to briefly possess him just to spite Cecily and get revenge on him.
Ophelia tugged at the corner of her lips, tightly clenching her hands hanging at her side.
"Cecily is coming, and I don't want her mood to be affected." Darian's mood was good today, so he spoke politely.
Ophelia knew he was talking about her being a disturbing presence.
Cecily had some work matters today, which delayed her for quite some time, but she didn't forget that she also needed to go and treat Darian today, so she messaged him to let him know that she would arrive later and tried to finish her work quickly.
Ophelia had dinner left by Mr. Fitzgerald, so she decided to stay behind. However, the meal didn't go well.
Darian ate a little and went upstairs. Rowan and Griffin were not inclined to show kindness to someone who harmed their mommy.
Mr. Fitzgerald didn't defend Ophelia much either. It seemed like he only left her dinner to save face.
In the study, Darian was dealing with some documents when the door was suddenly pushed open and Ophelia came in with a pot of coffee that Darian usually liked to drink.
"Darian," She walked over, bringing with her a faint but noticeable fragrance.
Darian frowned and kept his head down, focusing on his work without even lifting his eyelids. "Get out."
Ophelia put the pot of coffee down and poured a cup for Darian, placing it beside him. "Darian, this is the coffee you usually like to drink. Give it a try."
Her approach made the fragrance even stronger. Darian furrowed his brows at his temple. "Can't you understand human speech? I don't mind letting you stay for a few more days."
Ophelia's heart skipped a beat, and she pursed her lips while looking down. "I didn't mean anything else. I'll leave now, don't be angry."
Before she walked out, she secretly glanced back, paying attention to whether Darian drank that cup of coffee.
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