Chapter 674 Who Let Her Drink?
However, it was fortunate that she could still hold on. After everyone had eaten and drunk their fill, they realized it was getting late and decided to leave.
Cecily stood up, a bit wobbly and feeling a little nauseous.
"Ms. Watson, are you okay?" Someone noticed Cecily's drunken state and came over to check on her.
Cecily steadied herself on the table, shook her head despite feeling uncomfortable, and said, "I'm fine."
"Ms. Watson, you seem a bit drunk. How about I take you home? It's not safe for a young lady to go back alone." A middle-aged man approached, reaching out to support Cecily.
Cecily deftly avoided his hand and politely said, "Thank you, but no need. My husband is already here to pick me up."
Hearing this, the man withdrew his hand.
They had inquired about Cecily's situation yesterday and heard that her husband was not an ordinary person. With this in mind, the man dared not act presumptuously.
Giselle stood nearby, also a bit tipsy, but she was used to socializing and could handle her alcohol better, so she wasn't completely drunk.
"Cecily, is Darian coming over? You seem a bit drunk. How about I wait with you here and let everyone else go first?"
Giselle turned to the people behind her and said, "Everyone, you can go ahead. I'll stay with Cecily and wait."
"That's not a good idea. It's late at night, and it's too dangerous for you to wait here alone. We're not in a hurry; we'll wait with you for a while." Someone spoke up.
"Yeah, we're not in a rush. We'll wait until we see you safely in the car before we leave," someone agreed.
These people weren't really worried about their safety. They suggested waiting because they were curious about Cecily's husband and wanted to see him.
Giselle had her own hidden agenda. She wasn't genuinely concerned about Cecily's safety; she had other motives for staying.
Cecily didn't say anything and the group walked towards the hotel entrance.
Cecily walked in front, while the people behind her gossiped.
"Who do you think Ms. Watson's husband is? I'm curious."
"I heard Ms. Watson married into the family that owns Silver Frost Capital, and her husband is not an ordinary person."
"I heard that too. His last name is Fitzgerald."
"Only one family in Silver Frost Capital has that surname. It's the largest and most prestigious family there. Are you sure?"
"That's what I heard. But why are you so surprised? Ms. Watson is Vivienne's daughter, the eldest daughter of the Bennett family. Marrying someone from the Fitzgerald family of Silver Frost Capital is more than fitting."
"That's true. But if Ms. Watson really married into the Fitzgerald family, then if she inherits the company in the future, our Bennett Group and the Fitzgerald Group would be a powerful alliance."
The group chatted happily, while Giselle walked in front, her hand clutching her purse tighter and tighter.
Everyone thought Cecily would inherit the company. If they found out that Cecily's husband was Darian, they would be even more convinced that with Darian's help, Cecily was the inevitable heir.
The more Giselle thought about it, the more jealous she became.
Why was Cecily so lucky? She had suddenly returned to the Bennett family and was Vivienne's daughter. Without any effort, everyone believed she would be the heir.
And she had married such a good husband like Darian.
A man like Darian was the dream of many women, yet unattainable.
Giselle felt extremely off-balance and her jealousy grew wildly.
At the entrance, Giselle couldn't bear the whispers behind her any longer and said, "Everyone, please go ahead. There's no need to stay here. I'll wait with Cecily."
"You should go too. There's no need to wait with me," Cecily turned back and said to Giselle.
They weren't on good terms, so why would Giselle be so kind as to worry about her safety and wait with her?
Who knew what she was up to?
Cecily wasn't in the mood to play mind games with her today. She felt dizzy and didn't know why she felt so bad after drinking just a little red wine.
The night wind carried a bit of chill. Cecily was dressed lightly, and the cool breeze made her shiver slightly. She hunched her shoulders and leaned against the side, closing her eyes.
Giselle had no intention of leaving, maintaining her good-girl facade. "I'll wait with you. It's late, and it's not safe for you to be alone."
It was all just an excuse.
There were hotel security personnel nearby, and people were coming and going. It wasn't a secluded corner, so what danger could there be?
Cecily didn't have the energy to argue and waited quietly for Darian to arrive.
Darian didn't keep Cecily waiting long. A black car quickly pulled up at the hotel entrance.
Everyone watched as a man swiftly got out of the luxury car, dressed in a black suit, tall and imposing, with an exceptionally strong presence.
"Isn't that Darian? The head of the Fitzgerald family!"
"Didn't someone just say Ms. Watson's husband is from the Fitzgerald family? Could it be him?"
"So Ms. Watson's husband is Darian? Oh my God, how did we not know this before?"
Everyone watched as the man quickly walked over, and they all fell silent.
Cecily leaned lightly against a pillar by the hotel, her eyes closed, looking very unwell.
Darian's cold brows furrowed, and his eyes showed a hint of concern. "Cecily?"
Cecily opened her drunken eyes, saw Darian, and relaxed completely, leaning towards him. "You're here."
"Yes." Darian opened his arms and hugged her without reservation, holding her close. "Why did you drink so much?"
"Not much, just a little." Cecily closed her eyes and raised her hand to show Darian how much she drank.
"You said you wouldn't drink outside. Who made you drink?"
Seeing Cecily like this, Darian knew she had drunk a lot. She couldn't handle alcohol well, and she had forgotten the last time she got drunk and passed out in the restroom at the club with Aurelie.
As soon as he asked, Giselle, standing behind Cecily, tensed up.
Everyone else looked at the culprit, Giselle.
Giselle bit her lip and remained silent.
Cecily, feeling dizzy, turned around in Darian's arms, looking for someone. Finally, her gaze fell on Giselle.
Giselle felt even more nervous.
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