Chapter 61 Whose Kissing Skills are Better, Mine or Blaise's?
Everyone was anxiously watching the woman, eager to see her reaction.
If it were any other woman, she probably would have already begged for mercy.
Cecily exhaled gently, her eyes filled with an indecipherable emotion. Before she could speak,
Darian knew what she was about to say. With a gloomy expression, he tore up the card in front of him, letting out a self-deprecating, cold laugh as a layer of frost seemed to cover his icy demeanor.
"Cecily, would it kill you to show some humility?" he asked.
She was always like this, even five years ago. This foolish woman would rather die out in the rain than come back and admit she was wrong, to apologize to Ophelia.
He could never understand why it was so hard for her to simply apologize back then.
The people around were stunned by Darian's reaction.
So even without her pleading, Darian still chose to let her win.
This...
What exactly was Cecily to Darian?
Cecily was also taken aback by Darian's actions.
Darian, looking at Cecily's face, seemed to have a sudden thought. His sharp gaze fell upon her lips. The scene of her and Blaise in the car the night before flashed through his mind, and he suddenly found her lips incredibly irksome.
Under Darian's unabashed stare, Cecily was somewhat perplexed. She avoided his gaze, stood up, and was about to speak.
However, something ignited Darian's fury. He stood, his hand gripping her wrist like a vice, bent down, hoisted her over his shoulder, and with everyone in the room watching in astonishment, he strode out of the private room.
"Woah," Declan Martinez said, his mouth agape in shock.
Hayden gleefully ran out behind him, laughing heartily, "Haha, this is going to be good. I can't wait to see what happens next."
Declan quickly recovered from his shock, and the two hurried off, faces full of excitement.
Darian didn't give Cecily a chance to struggle. He hoisted her onto his shoulder and entered the elevator. The upper floors of the club were actually part of a hotel, a fact that those in the know understood all too well.
The elevator swiftly reached the desired floor, and with a ding, the doors opened. Darian stepped out briskly and headed to the room.
Bang!
Cecily's vision blurred for a moment, and the next second, she found herself unceremoniously dumped onto the bed by Darian.
Cecily struggled to get up, but Darian was quick to lean down and hold her in place, his dark eyes burning with anger.
"Cecily, weren't you having a merry time making out in the car with your boyfriend last night? Why come looking for me today?" he demanded.
Cecily, distressed by their compromising position, shot back, "Do you enjoy talking to people like this, with your weight on them? And as you've pointed out, I have a boyfriend. Is this appropriate behavior for someone in a relationship?"
Her icy tone left Darian with an unexplainable rage building inside him, his expression growing colder by the second.
"We're not even divorced yet. It wouldn't be wrong even if we slept together," he retorted coolly.
Darian stared down at her, wondering why there were always men around her.
The man who had gotten her pregnant five years ago had yet to be found.
Now there was another one—Blaise!
The mere thought of Cecily not belonging entirely to him was infuriating, suffocating even.
He hoped he would never find the man responsible for her pregnancy because he promised himself that he would utterly destroy him.
Cecily saw the rage in Darian's eyes and took several deep breaths to calm herself down. She hadn't come to argue with Darian that day, she had something important to discuss, and she wanted to talk it out calmly.
"Darian," she implored, "let me go. I have something to talk to you about, something serious. I'm not kidding."
Hearing Cecily speak to him in a softer tone, seeking a peaceful conversation, piqued Darian's curiosity.
When Cecily thought Darian was going to let her off the hook, his chilly voice came from above, "You expect me to listen just because you speak? You just lost to me. You don't have to drink, but there's a price to pay."
"What do you want?"
His eyes were cold, a sharp gaze locked onto her lips, "Kiss me."
Darian had been drinking quite a bit that night, his breath hot and tinged with the scent of alcohol.
Cecily pushed him away, "You're drunk, you're not thinking straight."
"Am I? I don't think so."
Suddenly, Darian leaned his head down, slowly moving closer to her, the distance between them narrowing. His low voice rose in her ear, "Tell me, how did Blaise kiss you?"
Cecily's eyes widened, not shocked by his question but by how he knew about Blaise. Even last night, with the dim car light and him standing outside in the hazy rain, he might have seen silhouettes but he surely couldn't make out faces clearly. Even if he could, how did he recognize Blaise? Blaise was always very secretive... unless...
"I've been investigating you," Darian answered the question in her mind.
Cecily's face turned pale. If he had found out about Blaise, did he also know about Griffin's existence? A chill ran through her. No, if he had known, he would have mentioned it. His silence meant he hadn't discovered that part yet.
Darian watched Cecily with narrowed eyes, taking in every subtle expression on her face.
"So afraid of me digging into your past, what other secrets are you hiding?"
"What secrets can I hide?" Cecily countered. "Even if I had any, Mr. Darian, couldn't you find them all?"
Darian reached out with his long fingers, pinching her chin, his fingers teasing over her soft lips provocatively.
"You're right, no matter how well you hide them, they will surface eventually. Cecily, keep your secrets well, because I'm very interested in them. Just don't let me find them."
Cecily's heart pounded fiercely but her expression betrayed nothing.
She knocked his hand away, "Never mind my secrets for now. Let me settle the accounts with Mr. Darian first."
"Settle accounts? What accounts?" he looked at her, thumb rubbing her lips. It was strange how the words that came out of her mouth usually infuriated him to the point of rage, yet inexplicably stirred his desire.
"My child..." Cecily started saying, but Darian's gaze deepened, and the next second, he unapologetically devoured the rest of her words.
His burning lips pressed against hers.
Cecily's eyes widened, a few resistant whimpers escaping her mouth.
However, she was powerless to resist, passively accepting Darian's domineering kiss.
Not bad, Darian's mood seemed to suddenly improve.
He smirked, completely immersed in the kiss. After forcibly finishing, he narrowed his eyes as if suddenly remembering something.
"Is my kiss better, or is Blaise, that jerk, a better kisser?"
Cecily was filled with rage at the moment, not even listening to his question. She found an opportunity, jerked her head up, and slammed it hard into Darian's forehead.
A loud "thud."
Pain darkened Cecily's vision.
What the heck, was her head made of iron?
Darian felt the pain on his forehead but was not seriously hurt. He narrowed his dark eyes, amused, "What, trying to knock me out?"
"I plan to whip you to death."
"You won't have the chance in this lifetime. Answer my question, who is the better kisser?"
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