Chapter 51 I'm sick, you're the cure
A god?
These girls should get their eyes checked.
To Cecily, he seemed more like a reaper straight out of hell!
As she thought this, his gaze snapped toward her.
Their eyes suddenly met.
Cecily froze in place, momentarily deaf to the world around her.
The man was donned in a sleek, custom-made, all-black suit. The bright streetlights cast a halo around him, highlighting his muscular and upright frame.
His lips were slightly pursed, his nose high and well-formed, all of which complemented those deep, black eyes.
He was now staring at her, his eyes narrowing with a dangerous glint.
After coming back to her senses, Cecily couldn't deny that Darian was devastatingly handsome, embodying an effortless nobility that exuded a compelling force, enough to make any woman fall for him.
However, the overwhelming chill and hostility emanating from him, coupled with his aggressive expression, seemed to spell out 'I'm annoyed, don't mess with me.'
Seriously, he gives off the vibe of a grim reaper!
Seeing her not approaching, Darian, irritated by her defiance, gestured her over with a wave, “Come here.”
Her? Go to him?
Cecily was already in a complex mood today. Her mind was clouded by issues concerning her child.
She didn't feel like entertaining him.
She turned, intending to walk away through a different door, but Darian’s displeasure grew.
Before two bodyguards could intercept her, Cecily paused in her tracks, took a deep breath, and swallowed the rising anger within her.
"Miss Cecily, please, Mr. Fitzgerald asks that you join him,” one of the bodyguards said.
His usual cold and commanding tone didn't seem to match the word "please" at all.
Cecily gave a wry smile and turned back.
They stood only a few meters apart, every expression visible to each other.
Darian's icy scrutiny seemed to penetrate her as if he intended to see right into her soul.
She couldn't imagine what she had done to provoke his torturous gaze.
Cecily took a deep breath, approached him, and looked up at the man towering over her with impatience etched into her striking features. “Why the stare? You planning on swallowing me whole?”
“I need treatment,” he said, his deep voice laced with suppressed anger.
Cecily raised an eyebrow, having seemingly forgotten that Darian had unilaterally decided she agreed to treat him.
The thought struck Cecily with panic, Griffin was home alone... but her fears dissolved when she saw Darian standing below her apartment. Griffin probably saw it was him and pretended not to be home, leaving Darian waiting outside.
She hadn't prepared for him today, and Darian was sober, she couldn't risk exposing Griffin by letting Darian into her home.
“It’s not proper, a single woman and a man in private.”
Cecily flatly refused.
“Not proper? It was fine yesterday, but not today?” His voice carried a note of scorn.
Suddenly, he swept her into his embrace.
The unexpected collision made Cecily’s heart jolt. Surrounded by gasps from onlookers, she instinctively tried to push him away.
Her strength was futile against his powerful build.
His grip tightened, pulling Cecily even closer to him.
Clenching her teeth in anger, Cecily pushed against his chest.
“Darian, have you lost your mind? Embracing your ex-wife in public, unafraid it'll reach your fiancée and cause a scene back home?”
Ice cold, her eyes locked onto Darian.
His lips curved slightly, his dark eyes a bottomless pool, void of humor. “You're so resistant to having me over. Afraid I’ll interrupt a romantic evening with your boyfriend?”
His voice was cold enough to freeze everything around.
“What boyfriend? What are you talking about?”
Cecily was baffled by Darian's nonsense.
"Still not admitting it?" Darian sneered, dragging her into the elevator and up to Cecily's floor.
"Let go, stop pulling me..."
"See for yourself." Darian pushed Cecily forward.
Annoyed, Cecily steadied herself and saw a huge bouquet of roses at her door, blazing red and stunning.
Cecily's eyes widened.
What the hell?
Hesitantly, she moved forward and picked up the card attached to the flowers. The card flamboyantly read, ‘Griffin is with me.’
Cecily's gaze fell on the last initial on the card ‘B’.
Blaise!
Cecily clenched her teeth.
When did he come? He took her son just like that, without a phone call? All this, buying a massive bouquet just to leave a card?
"Nothing to say now?" Darian's voice turned colder.
Cecily quietly slipped the card into her pocket, her hands tucked into her trench coat pockets, she scoffed, "Whether I have a boyfriend is my business, isn't it, Mr. Fitzgerald? Why does it bother you? Are you jealous?"
"Heh."
The man's jaw tensed, a disdainful sneer escaping him, "Jealous? Think you can make me jealous? You were mine once, and even if I don't want you now, it's not anyone else's turn to touch you, got it?"
Cecily was taken aback by his words, her face stiffening.
Where did he get the audacity to say that?
Not to mention whether she had a boyfriend, he was engaged. Was she supposed to remain untouched for him?
Cecily stared at him coldly, "Mr. Fitzgerald, if you need treatment, I recommend you to see a psychiatrist."
His handsome face grew even colder.
"You're right, I am sick."
"Insightful, good, there's hope for you yet. The elevator is to the left, take care. You can show yourself out."
Cecily shoved the flowers aside and reached for the door, but Darian grabbed her arm.
Frowning, she tried to pull away, but he didn't release her, gripping her even tighter.
She attempted to shut the door, but he blocked it effortlessly with a flick of his hand.
"I'm ill, and you're here to cure me."
"Sorry, I don't treat craziness."
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