Chapter 349 There's a Surprise

Darian knew that Blaise must know.

The funny thing was, Blaise knew everything about Cecily, but Darian knew nothing about her.

Darian laughed at himself and said, "Got it."
Blaise's lips curled into a contemptuous smile as he said, "I haven't even said it, and you already know?"

"You asking like that means you won't say."

Blaise chuckled lightly, his amusement bordering on disdain. "If you want to know, go check for yourself."

"Oh, by the way," he took a couple of steps and leisurely reminded, "there's a surprise."

With that, Blaise turned and left.

Darian increasingly felt that this matter was not simple.

He pulled out his phone and made a call, quickly getting through to Hayden at Silver Frost Capital.

Darian didn't waste any time and asked directly, "Are you free?"

"If you're calling, I'll make time. How are things on your end? How's Cecily? I heard the matter between her and Eliza regarding their identities has settled, and you're about to return?"

"Yes, do me a favor and check Cecily's medical records from the past few years."

Hayden was puzzled, "Why check her medical records?"

Darian quickly explained.

Hayden was silent for a few seconds, "Okay, but it will take some time."

"How long?"

"At least two days. We had checked Cecily before, but none of this came up. What does that tell you?"

"Someone deliberately covered it up." Darian understood this.

The question was, who was covering it up and why?

Cecily couldn't have hidden it herself to the extent that nothing showed up in records. Since Blaise suggested he check, there was no need for him to deliberately assist her in hiding it.

Then who? The previous Flores family, was it Ophelia Flores?

Obviously, the Flores family didn't have the power to hide it so well.

That only left Owen.

Darian's dark eyes narrowed.

"Darian, the person who went to such lengths to hide Cecily's surgery, I bet this is not a simple matter."

"Yes, if it were simple, I wouldn't have asked you to investigate. Get me the results as soon as possible."

"Wait, you don't know which hospital she had the surgery at or when it happened. This could stretch back eight or nine years. No matter, when you're back, you owe me a drink."

"Fine, you can drink a whole barrel if you want."

Darian hung up the phone, his eyes deepening.

He needed to know what surgery Cecily had undergone all those years ago, why she did it, and why she had intentionally hidden it.

And Blaise's words, he said there was a surprise. It was probably not a surprise, but a shock he couldn't bear.

The night passed quietly.

Darian slept on the couch for the night. He usually didn't sleep much, and with things on his mind, he only fell asleep around three or four in the afternoon.

Morning sunlight streamed through the windows. Cecily cautiously extended her hands, moving as slowly as a snail, carefully feeling around. Her delicate fingers traced the back of the couch, testing to sit down by bending over to probe for a seat.

She gently patted the couch, but the texture didn't feel like the leather of the couch. It felt more like the fabric of a suit, and when she pressed down, the spot was still soft.

Darian opened his eyes to see her bending over, frowning, and tentatively poking and prodding his reproductive organ below the belt with one hand. In the unfamiliar darkness she had yet to adjust to, everything was unknown, so she was being especially cautious.

Darian didn't speak, watching Cecily in this awkward yet tender moment. "How does it feel?" he asked.

"Seems okay."

Cecily was startled, standing up straight with a stiff back. "Darian?"

"Who else?"

If she were patting and touching another man's private parts, Darian would probably go crazy.

"Were you here the whole time?"

"Yes."

"Then why didn't you say anything?"

"I just woke up." Darian sat up, reached out to wrap his arm around her slender waist, and carefully placed her on his lap. He looked up at her, gently brushed the hair from her forehead, and teased, "You say I'm a pervert, but I think you're no different."

"Why do you say that about me?" Cecily was indignant.

She was very innocent, unlike him, the big pervert.

Darian sighed, sounding more helpless. "What am I supposed to do? It looks like I'll have to keep you with me every day from now on."

"What are you talking about?"

"I'm scared."

"What are you scared of?"

"Scared that one day when I'm not around, you'll meet someone else and start touching him all over. Then I'd probably want to chop him up."

Cecily suddenly remembered the soft and bulging thing she had just touched and shivered.

"Just now..."

"It's okay if you touch me. I let you."

"Shut up!" Cecily bit her lip and buried her head in Darian's chest, her face turning bright red.

Darian looked at Cecily's shy and adorable expression and laughed softly.

He leaned back on the couch, gently stroking Cecily's soft hair.

"It's fine. It's not like you haven't touched it before."

"Shut up." Cecily's voice was muffled.

"Okay, I'll shut up."

God, where's a hole in the ground? Cecily needed to crawl into it.

She swore she wouldn't touch things randomly again. Luckily, it was Darian. If it were another man, Cecily would probably want to move to another planet.

There were two knocks at the door, likely Larkin bringing breakfast.

Darian said, "Come in."

The door opened.

Vivienne and Bryan saw Cecily leaning in Darian's arms. Vivienne's face froze, and Bryan raised an eyebrow, looking away.

"Cecily, you two?"

Cecily wriggled out of Darian's arms, facing the direction of the voice. "Mom?"

"Cecily, it's me." Seeing Cecily's flushed face, Vivienne was worried.

"Mom, I, he, we..." Cecily's speech system collapsed, and she was on the brink of a breakdown. She patted Darian's shoulder forcefully, wanting him to let her go.

Darian stood up, holding Cecily, and said to them, "You guys sit first."

Darian carried Cecily directly to the bathroom.

"Where are we now?"

"The bathroom," Darian answered.

"You carried me into the bathroom?" Cecily exclaimed, then quickly lowered her voice. "We were just being intimate, and now you carry me into the bathroom. My mom will think we're doing something bad in here!"

"So we need to hurry."

"Hurry for what?"
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