Chapter 55 Kill Him
He was still there!
The chilly wind continued to pour in, making Cecily hunch her shoulders against the cold. In the misty rain, a tall and imposing figure emerged from the car. His dark, penetrating eyes looked her way, exuding an overwhelming sense of authority.
As he started walking toward them.
Blaise's expression grew even icier. He reached out, turning Cecily's shoulder toward him, and leaned in.
Her heart leapt as Blaise's stark features loomed close, her pupils shrinking in surprise. Her eyelashes fluttered like the wings of a butterfly as she pushed him away. "What are you doing?"
Blaise caught her hand, feigning a kiss.
Cecily's brows knitted in confusion.
From Darian's angle, it appeared as though they were locked in an unbreakable, passionate kiss.
Darian halted mid-step, his eyes narrowing dangerously, his gaze as dark and indelible as ink.
He clenched his fists, blood oozing from reopened wounds on his hands.
A bitter, mocking laugh escaped his lips as he turned on his heel and left.
Just as Blaise was about to pull away from Cecily, his eyes fell onto a faint mark on her collarbone, a vague bite mark.
His gaze darkened and he pulled aside the edge of Cecily's shirt, his brow furrowed, his aura turning frostier by the second.
"Did Darian do this?"
Cecily pushed Blaise off in haste, tugging her neckline secure, her cheeks flushed with a touch of red.
Blaise's fists tightened, the violent streak within him growing restless, every look he gave filled with unbridled fury.
When Cecily met his fierce, bloodshot eyes, he was glaring ahead, consumed by a brooding, vicious intensity.
His gaze was predatory, like a wild beast fixated on its prey, sending shivers down one's spine.
"Blaise..."
He was beyond hearing her.
Blaise narrowed his eyes and gripped the steering wheel firmly.
Cecily gripped the steering wheel tightly. "What are you trying to do?"
"I’m going to kill him!"
Her vision darkened for a moment. "Blaise... cool it, just take a deep breath."
"I ain't gonna breathe for crap"
"Blaise!" Cecily's voice intensified as she called out his name, "You promised me you'd control your temper. No more senseless violence, remember?"
"He hurt you. He deserves to die." Rage blazed in Blaise's eyes, barely contained. "Let go of me."
Blaise shrugged off her hand with ease. His strength was far beyond that of Cecily, a fact made clear when her hand hit the dashboard with a thud.
Pain twisted Cecily's delicate brows.
She felt like crying. She was convinced that sooner or later, these two hotheads would be the death of her.
Blaise paused, and swiftly, a glimmer of clarity returned to his gaze. Cecily's pained gesture chilled him to the bone as if he'd tumbled into an abyss.
"I'm sorry." His apology was filled with utter disarray.
Cecily rubbed her aching fingers, glancing ahead. Darian's car was gone, and she let out a sigh of relief.
She shook her head, "It's fine. Let's just get home."
This time, Blaise didn't dare to lose his temper in front of Cecily again. He drove quietly back, at an unusually slow pace.
When they reached the apartment, neither got out immediately. Blaise lit a cigarette, but in the next second, it was plucked from his fingers. A small hand reached over and slipped a candy into his mouth.
Blaise's brows twitched as a sweet, fruity flavor spread through his mouth.
Casting his eyes sideways, he looked at the person next to him.
Cecily snuffed out his cigarette, "I've told you countless times, when you can't tamp down the anger, have a candy instead."
Blaise had cooled down considerably now. He flicked a glance at Cecily, half-expecting her to be ignoring him.
"Aren't you mad?"
Her voice was muffled, "My temper isn't as explosive as yours. It's late, I'm going up. You should head back soon too."
"Okay."
"By the way, what brought you to Silver Frost Capital?"
"Just some business to take care of."
"Alright then, I'm off. Drive carefully on your way back, life has no reset button, so no speeding, got it?"
"Yeah."
Blaise followed her out of the car, reaching out to steady her, "I'll walk you up."
"No need," Cecily shifted her ankle, "It's just a scratch, I can walk. It's raining, you should get back."
Blaise watched Cecily move slowly back inside, disappearing from his view, the suppressed hostility in his eyes slowly igniting once more, stubbornly unquenchable.
He didn't leave right away, standing at the bottom of the stairs for a while as the dim yellow light cast shadows on his chiseled profile, his black attire doing little to conceal his rebellious aura.
He didn't need to do anything, just standing there was enough to make passing girls turn their heads repeatedly.
After a long moment, he shook a cigarette from his pack, but just as he was about to place it between his lips, he paused and put it back, opting for a piece of candy instead.
...
Darian returned home seething with a cold fury. The housekeepers near him couldn't help but shudder when he approached.
As he was about to head upstairs, a voice from the living room stopped him. Darian’s face darkened, "Mr. Darian."
Darian narrowed his eyes, his cold gaze sweeping over to the man lazily sprawled on the couch, who felt a sudden chill, "Mr. Darian, who ticked you off?"
"Darian..." Ophelia had been home for a while, sitting and waiting for Darian for so long her eyes had swelled from crying.
She didn't dare to continue being a nuisance, fearful of upsetting Darian, so she pressed her grievances deep inside, reserving her resentment for Cecily.
Darian was in a sour mood and didn't say much, just glanced at Hayden, "Come upstairs."
Hayden glanced at Ophelia, then back at Darian.
"Ha," Hayden snorted with a chuckle, standing up leisurely to follow Darian upstairs.
"Mr. Darian, did you have a spat with your fiancée? Seeing her look like a scared quail, she doesn't seem like the type to make you mad."
Darian scoffed internally.
Yeah, all the other women knew how to cower before him, but that one woman never learned, not in all these years.
Hayden's nose twitched as he eyed a mark on Darian's neck, unable to suppress a tsk, "Did you get into a fight or something?"
Darian halted in his steps, turning back to give him a piercing look.
Hayden quickly stepped back, "What's up?"
"You're loud."
Hayden smiled, "I'll shut up."
Darian strode into the study and poured himself a glass of whiskey, downing it quickly as if to drown the raging fire within him.
Hayden watched him curiously, wondering what or who could have riled him up to such an extent.
"Did you find out what I asked you to look into?"
Pouring himself a drink, Hayden savored it slowly without responding.
"Cat got your tongue?"
"Didn't you tell me not to speak?"
Darian was speechless.
With a mischievous smile, Hayden teased, "Found out a bit. Your ex-wife, Cecily, is something else. I did some digging around Dorde, and even big shots in the underworld bow down and call her 'Ms. Cecily' when they see her photo. However, nobody wanted to spill the beans about her, and even I am hitting walls everywhere. There must be someone with a huge influence shielding her. That's not to say there hasn't been any progress. Mr. Darian, guess who’s the top dog of that organization?"
Darian narrowed his eyes, "Who?"
"Blaise!"
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