Chapter 237 Darian said for me to come in.
Ophelia finished dressing without saying a word, staring into Cecily's eyes and smiling smugly.
When Cecily saw this scene, her heart skipped a beat, and her expression turned cold.
"Cecily, you're here. Darian is taking a shower. Please wait."
After Ophelia finished speaking, she walked out, hoping to see a sad and pained expression on Cecily's face, but there was none.
When Ophelia walked out, she also didn't have a look of joy on her face.
Her plan didn't work out; it was obvious that Darian didn't drink the coffee, and she didn't even get to use her backup plan. As soon as she heard Cecily's voice outside, she had to leave.
It's all right, no rush. She missed this opportunity, but she would have plenty more.
The scent was coming from Ophelia, and Cecily frowned, covering her nose. As Ophelia left, the scent gradually disappeared.
Darian came out of the bathroom and saw Cecily standing at the door. It seemed like he didn't want her just to stand there, so he approached her and asked, "Why are you standing at the door?"
Cecily took a deep breath and looked at Darian.
She carried the medicine box inside and placed it on the table.
Darian noticed that something was off with her emotions and asked, "What's wrong? Who upset you?"
Feeling a bit frustrated, Cecily wanted to smile, but she couldn't. She wanted to ask about what had just happened but couldn't find the right identity to assume.
Darian looked at Cecily's face, and her expression didn't look good.
He used to try to hold her hand, but she dodged it. The seriousness in Darian's dark eyes gradually increased.
Because this person who seemed to have upset Cecily seemed to be him!
He wasn't entirely sure.
What did he do?
Darian pulled her into his arms and looked down at her, asking, "Did I make you unhappy?"
Taking a deep breath, Cecily gritted her teeth and pulled her hand out of his, saying, "Let's get started quickly. I need to go back; it's getting late."
Actually, Cecily knew that even if something did happen between them, she couldn't blame Darian. Ophelia's enchanting scent was easy to intoxicate people.
Just as Darian said, he was a normal man with normal desires, and Ophelia had good looks along with an enchanting scent.
What could she blame Darian for?
She understood all the reasoning.
But ever since she saw that scene, it felt like a huge boulder was weighing down on her heart, making it hard to breathe.
Darian saw her cold expression and complied with the treatment without speaking. During the treatment, Cecily remained silent, and so did Darian.
After the treatment, Cecily stooped down to tidy up.
Darian watched Cecily quickly bustling around as if he were a plague. She didn't want to spend another second by his side.
Finally, the door slammed shut behind her.
Seeing Cecily's slightly imposing figure, Darian stood up and followed after her.
What did he do to upset her? He was cautious and careful in front of her, never daring to do anything she didn't allow. She gave him a displeased look as soon as she came in. Darian is a hot-tempered person, but he restrained himself in front of her.
However, Darian felt a little wronged tonight. He wanted to ask her why she was angry.
When he walked out of the room, Cecily had already disappeared. It seemed like she must have been a secret agent in her past life, the way she could run so fast.
Darian changed into a random outfit and grabbed his car keys, ready to leave.
But she hadn't taken two steps when Sandra called her back.
"Darian, Mrs. Watson wants to see you downstairs."
Darian wanted to chase after Cecily, who ran so quickly.
"What is it?"
This servant was the one who had just shown Cecily the way. She twitched her lips and struggled to find the right words. "Mrs. Watson wants to speak with you."
Darian frowned, losing his patience, and quickly went downstairs.
Sandra sat on the couch with a cold face and gave Darian a cold glance.
"Mom."
Sandra put down her coffee cup, her face icy.
Darian looked at her with a furrowed brow, a storm brewing between his brows.
Did he break some kind of rule by taking a shower? Everyone was giving him a hard time.
"What's going on between you and Ophelia?" Sandra didn't mince her words and asked directly, "Did you two have sex?"
"What do you mean?"
The question about them having sex came out so suddenly that it left Darian a little confused.
"Speak." Sandra looked at the servant standing next to her.
Darian's gaze followed hers, and for the first time, the servant became nervous and embarrassed under Darian's gaze. She stuttered and struggled to find the right words before finally saying, "When Cecily came, she saw Ophelia coming out of your room naked."
The servant was only in her twenties and felt too embarrassed to continue speaking.
Sandra's face was full of anger. She now saw through Ophelia completely and naturally didn't want her to be with Darian anymore.
On the contrary, she hoped he could reconcile with Cecily, even if it was for the sake of the child. They should have a happy family.
She could also see that Darian regretted the past and wanted to win Cecily back.
But what on earth was going on now?
Judging from her hurried departure just now, Cecily saw it directly directly. It was obvious that she cared and felt upset.
If Darian was with Ophelia again, as a mother, she truly couldn't accept it.
Darian furrowed his brows, took a deep look at the servant, and withdrew his gaze, feeling irritated.
Therefore, this was the reason why Cecily was unhappy.
At this moment, Darian didn't know whether to laugh or cry.
"What happened? Do you still want to reconcile with Cecily? If you do, then stop fooling around. Can't you control yourself?" Sandra was a bit angry, and her voice was not soft.
Darian said he understood and turned to leave.
Sandra frowned and sighed.
Just then, a servant came out with a bowl of freshly cooked noodles. Sandra noticed that he hadn't eaten much at night, so she specifically instructed the kitchen to cook for him.
"Mrs. Watson, should Darian eat?" the servant asked.
"He doesn't need to eat. Let him go hungry," Sandra replied.
Cecily had only been home for a few minutes when her phone rang urgently.
She casually glanced at it and saw that it was Darian.
Cecily took a deep breath and answered the call, "Hello."
"Open the door."
Cecily felt a slight movement in her brow and walked to the window to look outside. She saw Darian's car parked downstairs, the prestigious Rolls Royce shining under the streetlights, its lines exceptionally sleek.
She looked at the front door and knew that Darian was standing at her doorstep at that moment, but she didn't walk over to open the door.
"What do you want? I won't let you in tonight," Cecily's voice sounded tired.
"I have an explanation. I didn't know Ophelia was in the room tonight, and nothing happened between us."
"I know, you don't need to explain. Is there anything else? If not, hang up and go home."
Cecily was about to hang up the phone.
Darian's voice came through again, "Don't you believe me?"
"I believe you."
"Then open the door."
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