Chapter 676 Go to the Obstetrics and Gynecology Department for a Checkup
"I don't want to deal with you right now. Stay here and reflect on your actions." Darian's voice was slightly cold as he pushed her lightly, not willing to use any force.
Cecily, acting spoiled, wouldn't let him leave. She looked up at him. "I need to go to the bathroom. Can you carry me?"
She opened her arms, waiting for him to pick her up.
Darian raised an eyebrow and looked away. "I can't carry you. Walk by yourself."
"But I can't walk. Carry me, please." Cecily stubbornly opened her arms, waiting for him to pick her up.
Darian looked at Cecily's pitiful expression and almost gave in.
But then he remembered how she drank without caring for her health, and he got angry again. He kept telling himself not to give in, to let her reflect on her actions so she wouldn't drink outside again.
"If you can't walk, then don't go."
Cecily bit her lip.
He really wasn't going to pay attention to her. Cecily felt a bit helpless.
"Fine, you can sleep outside tonight. Don't think about holding me." Cecily angrily got up, put on her slippers, and walked to the bathroom. As she walked, she added, "Don't hold me tomorrow, or the day after."
Cecily thought, 'He doesn't want to hold me, so I don't want him to either. Let's see who can hold out longer.'
"I'll find another man to hold me tomorrow," she said.
"What did you say?" Darian suddenly raised his voice.
Cecily turned back. "Find another man..."
Before she could finish, she felt herself being lifted as Darian easily picked her up.
Cecily instinctively wrapped her arms around Darian's neck, then thought better of it and pushed him away, turning her head haughtily. "Weren't you not going to hold me? Let me go, I'll walk by myself."
Darian pursed his lips, his face cold as he carried her into the bathroom and set her on the toilet seat. He was about to leave when Cecily grabbed his hand. "Hey, are you really still mad?"
Darian said in a deep voice, "Finish up first."
With that, Darian walked out without looking back.
Cecily didn't really need to use the bathroom; she just wanted Darian to hold her. She pretended to wash her hands and as soon as she stepped out, Darian scooped her up again.
Before Cecily could react, Darian had already placed her on the soft bed and kissed her lips.
Cecily wanted to laugh; Darian was kissing her with a grumpy face.
Unwilling to be outdone, she bit his lip hard. This seemed to completely overwhelm him, and he ran his fingers through her hair, kissing her forcefully.
Cecily became aware of a subtle, tantalizing tension. She couldn't match Darian's strength and soon found herself breathless and gasping.
"I was wrong. I won't provoke you anymore," she said.
Darian's deep eyes looked at her. "You said you wouldn't let me hold you and that you'd find another man?"
Cecily had just said that to provoke Darian, but he took it seriously and got angry.
Cecily pushed against his shoulder. "You ignore me and don't hold me. Have you fallen out of love with me already? We just got married and now you're acting like this. Typical man—once you have what you want, you stop caring."
Darian was left speechless by Cecily's words. "I wouldn't dare."
"You clearly dare. If you don't love me, just say so, and I'll find someone else."
Darian's eyes darkened, and he smirked, "I'll show you how much I love you."
Her lips were kissed again, and Darian's warm hand slipped under her clothes, caressing her soft skin.
Cecily wrapped her arms around his neck, letting him kiss her, and kissed him back.
With her response, Darian kissed her even deeper, his hands roaming freely over her skin. Just as things were heating up, Cecily suddenly felt a familiar wave of nausea.
She pushed Darian away and rushed to the bathroom.
Darian, confused, quickly followed her.
Cecily was leaning over the toilet, vomiting. Darian hurried in, holding her hair back and patting her back.
Darian's eyes were full of concern, and a vein throbbed on his forehead. "How much did you drink? Don't you know you can't drink? How can I trust you to go out alone if you don't take care of yourself, Cecily?"
Cecily vomited until she was dizzy. When she straightened up, she was wobbly, but Darian caught her in time.
"It was just half a glass. I didn't think it would be this bad. And now you're scolding me. I feel awful."
Cecily hadn't expected half a glass of wine to have such a strong effect. She had drunk half a glass before without this reaction.
Maybe it was because she hadn't drunk in a long time and had no tolerance left.
Cecily rinsed her mouth and was about to speak when another wave of nausea hit her. She vomited again, but there was nothing left in her stomach, just dry heaving.
Darian's brow furrowed. Once she seemed a bit better, he carried her out of the bathroom and took out his phone to make a call.
"Darian, what are you doing?"
"Calling a doctor."
"I just drank too much and feel sick. Why call a doctor..." Before she could finish, Cecily rushed back to the bathroom, but nothing came out.
Darian watched, heart aching, blaming himself for not being there with her. If he had been, he wouldn't have let her drink.
The family doctor arrived quickly. When he did, Cecily was lying on the bed, exhausted from vomiting.
The doctor saw Cecily's pale face and cold sweat and first checked if she had a fever.
Cecily didn't want to waste time. She was a doctor herself and could diagnose her own ailments. She thought it was just the alcohol making her sick.
"I'm fine, just drank a bit and feel sick."
"Be good and let the doctor check you," Darian said sternly.
Cecily obediently agreed and stayed quiet.
The doctor examined Cecily and asked some questions about her recent appetite, if she felt tired often, and when her last period was.
Cecily answered honestly but then felt something was off and straightened up.
The doctor seemed to realize something and stood up. "Mrs. Fitzgerald, you might need to visit the obstetrics and gynecology department for a check-up."
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