Chapter 25
Cecily bolted upright, her spine chilling with the distinct feeling of being caught red-handed. She looked up only to meet Darian's dark, penetrating gaze.
A shiver ran down Cecily's spine, probably because she had an agenda, and under his forceful stare, she began to feel like her thoughts were transparent.
She steadied her emotions, continuously reminding herself not to give anything away.
Darian was already slowly approaching her, "What are you looking at?"
He kept moving closer, and Cecily kept stepping back, until at last, her back was against the wall.
The man squinted at her.
Cecily bit her lip, feigning calm, "Just bored from waiting too long, so I was looking around."
Darian's black eyes glinted with a cold light, but he seemed not to doubt her.
Cecily let out a sigh of relief and patted her chest.
'Thank goodness, this jerk isn't as smart as she thinks; he didn't catch on.'
Darian had already taken a seat on the couch. Noticing Cecily still standing, he shot her a cold glance, "Do I need to invite you over?"
Cecily quickly jolted out of her daze.
She walked over and took out the things she needed from the medical kit.
Darian watched her indifferently, "When did you learn medicine?"
Cecily's movements paused slightly.
A cold smirk crossed her lips a moment later.
She had been his wife for at least three years, but now, it was clear he didn't care about her in the slightest. She studied medicine in college; did he not even know that?
After graduation, she didn't pursue a medical career because she wanted to stay at home and take care of him, bear his children, and later on, devote herself to domestic life.
Looking back, Cecily wanted to slap her former self for giving up her career for a man.
It was just laughable.
"It's in my blood."
Darian frowned, his expression darkening as he was about to speak.
Cecily cut him off, "Shut up, you're too loud."
"I need quiet when conducting therapy. Watch it, or I might 'accidentally' do something wrong."
Darian paused for a moment, a chuckle escaping his lips despite the irritation. The wit of this woman could be deadly sharp.
Cecily pulled up a chair and sat down where she felt most comfortable.
She looked at Darian's attractive yet maddening face; her urge to hit him was almost palpable.
But of course, she merely entertained the thought.
Doing so would be signing her own death warrant that very day.
Moreover, as a qualified doctor, she was committed to treating him properly once she started.
With everything ready, Cecily started the massage. She placed some aromatherapy patches on his head.
His sleep disorder was indeed severe, so when Cecily saw his case at the hospital, she had thought of using massage therapy, a treatment method without side effects.
She cautioned, “This massage causes a numbing sensation around your scalp. It's completely normal.”
“Hmm,” Darian responded, his expression neutral. He looked completely relaxed; he even closed his eyes.
Cecily glanced at him; he seemed to trust her.
Continuing, Darian felt a slight sting. Then his eyelids twitched and a sense of relief spread through his mind. Drowsiness swiftly enveloped him.
It had been ages since he'd felt restful.
He hadn't expected that this woman massaging him a few times would cause him to feel drowsy.
It appeared she did have some skills.
Darian closed his eyes fully now, and he slipped into an unconscious state.
Watching him drift off, Cecily exhaled with relief.
It was not easy for her either.
She tidied up her things to the side, glanced at her watch, and noted nearly an hour had passed.
Where was Darian's kid? She was getting anxious to meet the child.
No matter, she could wait. After school, the child would have to come home eventually.
.
Cecily approached Darian, intending to first remove the aromatherapy patches from Darian's temples.
At this point, Ophelia came in from with a face full of joy, dressed as exquisitely and beautifully as ever.
“Darian...” Ophelia’s smile froze on her face, and her voice became sharp, “Cecily, what are you doing here?!”
Ophelia then saw Darian lying on the sofa with several patches placed strategically around his forehead. She strode over and pushed Cecily aside.
“Cecily, what are you doing? Are you trying to harm Darian?”
Cecily had just removed an aromatherapy patch when Ophelia pushed her away fiercely. Caught off guard, Cecily’s leg violently hit the coffee table behind her.
The pain made Cecily gasp.
“Darian, Darian!” Ophelia called out to Darian anxiously. Seeing that he did not wake up, Ophelia became even more convinced that Cecily was harming him.
Seeing the aromatherapy patches on Darian's head, she reached out intending to remove them.
Her face was filled with anger as if she had caught Cecily red-handed in attempting to harm Darian. She grabbed Cecily’s hand that was poised to remove another patch.
"It's obvious that you're trying to harm Darian. You put these patches on his head; I saw it with my own eyes. Cecily, you're in deep trouble. How did you even get in here? Somebody, arrest this woman! She's hurt Darian, and if he dies, I'll make sure you pay with your life."
Ophelia piled accusations on Cecily as though she couldn't wait to see her dead.
As Darian's fiancée, Ophelia wielded a certain influence in the household. At her command, two security guards approached, ready to lay hands on Cecily.
Cecily looked at Ophelia as if she were an idiot, "I'm treating him."
"Treating him?" Ophelia snorted derisively, "As if Darian would ever let you treat him. You're lying. What are you all waiting for? Arrest her! Given how defiant she is, beat her first, then lock her up."
"Nobody touches me!" Cecily's voice was crisp, "I'm here to treat Mr. Fitzgerald. If you detain me, are you willing to face his wrath when he wakes up without explanation?"
The two bodyguards exchanged looks, hesitant, as they had personally seen Cecily being brought inside by a servant.
Ophelia was seething with rage; she was eager to get rid of Cecily once and for all. "What are you waiting for? Hit her!" She yelled.
Larkin, hearing the commotion from upstairs, hurried down to see what exactly was going on.
He was first shocked to find that Mr. Fitzgerald had indeed fallen asleep.
Looking around, Larkin anxiously inquired, "What's going on here?"
"Mr. Larkin, you've arrived just in time. She was just harming Darian; I saw it with my own eyes. She's still trying to talk her way out of it. Arrest her now," Ophelia exclaimed.
Larkin, confused, looked at Ophelia, "Ms. Ophelia, Miss Cecily is treating Mr. Fitzgerald."
"Treatment? How would Darian let her treat him? And what kind of treatment is this? She put those patches on him and caused him to pass out!"
Cecily sighed, "Idiot."
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