Chapter 68 Our Boat has been Surrounded
Darian's cold gaze swept over Aurelie, signaling Larkin to escort her out. Larkin immediately nodded, taking hold of Aurelie's arm, "Miss Aurelie, you can leave now. I'll see you out."
"I'm not leaving. If I go, I want to go with Cecily. What are you planning to do with Cecily?" Aurelie clung tightly to Cecily.
Seeing the impatience on Darian's face, Larkin quickly reminded her, "Rest assured, Miss Aurelie, Mr. Fitzgerald would never harm Mrs. Fitzgerald, but if you don't leave now, you might just have to swim back."
A shiver ran through Aurelie as she glanced at the pitch-black sea that seemed ready to swallow someone whole. The thought of being thrown back into the cold waters sent tremors of fear through her body.
Cecily looked at Aurelie, "You go back first. I'll be fine. Don't worry about me."
"Can you really manage by yourself?" Aurelie asked warily with a glance at Darian.
"Yes, go on then."
The chill of the sea breeze felt bone-cutting on Darian's skin as he stopped their conversation, pulling Cecily into a room on the boat.
"What do you want, bringing me in here?" Cecily challenged as Darian kicked a door shut behind her, cutting off her escape.
Darian didn't answer, instead, he pulled a white shirt from the closet and tossed it at Cecily.
Looking at the shirt in her hands, she was puzzled, "What's this supposed to mean?"
"Go take a shower and change. Don't dirty my boat."
Cecily threw the shirt aside, her expression turning cold, "Let me leave, and I assure you I won't dirty your boat."
The man kicked a single-seater sofa in front of the door, blocking it, then casually sat down on it, looking at Cecily with a slight raise of his narrow eyebrows.
Cecily's expression changed as she watched him pose like that.
Darian spoke with a tone that brooked no argument, "Are you trying to negotiate with me?"
"Yes."
"There's no room for negotiation."
Cecily fell silent.
"Don't forget, you lost to me. You should be listening to me now. Thinking of backing out? You can try, but first, how about we take your best friend for a little swim in the ocean? I don't mind at all."
His magnetic voice was moderate in volume yet carried an undeniable authority.
As he reached for his phone to call someone outside, Cecily promptly stopped him, "Wait."
Darian paused, observing Cecily's anxious and wary expression, and couldn't help but click his tongue in amusement, "I'm curious, why the nerves? I asked you to take a shower and change your clothes, not to walk to your execution."
"What do you plan to do after I shower and change?" Cecily hadn't forgotten what he said a few hours earlier.
'From then on, you’ll do as I say, on call. Whatever I ask of you, you must do it, including sharing my bed.'
Who knew what kind of perverse requests this man might have in store?
Darian's lips curved into a slow smile as he stood and moved closer to Cecily, "What do you think I want to do?"
Retreating a step with trepidation, Cecily shivered, "How would I know what's going on in your head?"
"What's going on in your head then?" he asked.
Cecily clamped her mouth shut.
Darian raised an eyebrow, "You're not going? Want to drag this out with me?"
It was clear that she wouldn't be leaving until she complied with his demand to wash up and get changed.
Frustrated, Cecily watched as Darian casually lit a cigarette, taking a slow drag.
With a furrowed brow and an expression of disbelief marking her delicate features, she realized there was no reasoning with this arrogant man.
After a cold, hard stare that lasted a few seconds, Cecily pursed her lips and turned towards the bathroom.
With a loud "Bang!", she slammed the bathroom door behind her, and immediately Darian heard the sound of the lock clicking into place.
'Quite cautious of her. Is she guarding against I? As if I will peek.' Darain thought.
After three years of marriage, he had seen all there was to see, and more.
Darian took another leisurely puff of his cigarette.
Just as he was about to rise, his gaze faintly glanced towards the bathroom, and suddenly his brow twitched.
Under the bright lights, the woman’s slender figure was outlined, her silhouette reflected on the frosted glass. Although she was thin, the curvatures that men appreciated didn't lack in the slightest.
Darian’s heartbeat unconsciously quickened, his brows raising ever so slightly. He shifted his gaze away and picked up a glass of cold water, gulping it down to suppress the heat bubbling in his chest.
The quiet room was filled only with the sound of the shower. Darian's eyes inadvertently caught sight of the dry clothes thrown on the floor.
"Heh," he let out a light chuckle.
In the bathroom, Cecily quickly rinsed off and was just about to get dressed when she realized that the dry clothes Darian had handed her were tossed aside outside the bathroom, and she hadn't brought them in.
Darn.
Cecily bit her lip, frustrated by the oversight. She had no choice but to wrap a towel around herself, leaning slightly towards the door and wiping the fog from the glass surface to try and see out.
However, her view was blurred, she could see nothing clearly.
She stood against the wall for a few minutes, holding a handy tool from the bathroom, before she cracked the door open and called out, "Darian?"
No response came. She called again, a bit louder, "Darian, you out there?"
Long moments passed and still no sound of a man outside.
He must have left.
Peeking her head out and scanning the room, Cecily breathed a sigh of relief upon not seeing Darian's figure. She tiptoed across the floor to pick up the white shirt.
As Cecily straightened up, her gaze collided unexpectedly with Darian's dark eyes. He had just come in from outside, his outfit switched to a crisp suit which restored his usual air of aloof elegance. However, the look he gave her held a trace of amusement.
Startled, Cecily quickly covered herself with the towel, "Why didn't you make any noise coming in?"
"What are you sneaking around for?" he inquired.
Silent, Cecily grabbed her clothes and immediately went back into the bathroom.
Then Darian heard her in the bathroom, pulling something forcefully across, barricading the door, making it clear without a hint of subtlety that she was guarding against him.
Darian's brows arched, and he let out a resigned chuckle.
It seemed his image in her eyes was really not that great.
Cecily changed into fresh clothes and emerged, her movement stirring Darian's attention.
At that moment, she donned one of his shirts, which fell just above her knees.
Long and proportionate legs extended from under the shirt, their fair skin highlighting the garment's loose fit.
Fresh out of the shower, the woman carried a faint scent of body wash around her, an air of purity framing her exquisite face. Her eyes, clear and aloof, seemed almost too pristine.
"Knock, knock." Two raps on the door sounded, and Larkin called out, "Mr. Fitzgerald."
Darian cast a brief glance at the doorway before stepping out into the hall, "What's up?"
"Our ship's been surrounded."
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