Chapter 69 As long as I Don't Divorce You, Ophelia Will Stay the Other Woman
Darian arched an eyebrow slightly, turning to catch a glimpse of Cecily.
She undoubtedly heard Larkin's words, and her heart immediately filled with trepidation.
Darian gazed intently at Cecily, the surrounding silence thickening, before letting out a scoff and stating, "Let's go meet them," then turned on his heel and left.
Cecily knew the man outside was Blaise. She felt an urgent need to intervene, but as she made to leave, the man spun around and blocked her path, "Where do you think you're going?"
"If I don't go out, you plan on fighting him?" she challenged.
A slight rise of Darian's brow was his response. "Not a bad idea, since he's pretty much asking for it."
Cecily laughed coldly, "If it does come to blows, it's anyone's guess who'll bite the dust."
His gaze hardened on her, "Then you tell me, who do you hope it'll be?"
"You!" Cecily answered without hesitation.
Darian's previously indifferent expression turned ominously cold, "Cecily, you certainly have a talent for provoking me."
Cecily watched his expression darken and sense told her she shouldn't be angering him at this moment.
"Just stay here."
With that, the door slammed shut behind a departing Darian, leaving Cecily confined to the room.
She paced anxiously, then made a beeline for a small window, pressing up against it to peer outside.
The light outside was dim, but soon beams of bright light pierced through, blinding her and making it impossible to clearly see what was happening outside.
She had to find a way out.
The tempers of these two guys were each worse than the other, leading to an outcome where both would end up hurt.
Cecily was just about to climb out of the window when she saw her own bare legs exposed. She quickly covered herself, ran to Darian's closet in search of clothing, and found a pair of his pants. There was no other choice but to put them on. His pants were a good deal longer than her legs, so Cecily swiftly rolled them up...
Noticing a folding fruit knife in a fruit bowl on the table, she pocketed it right away.
For defense. It's better to be safe than sorry.
At that moment outside, several private yachts had surrounded Darian's yacht. Blaise stood on the deck, flanked by a dozen men in black whose faces were hidden. Together, they faced Darian's yacht with an eerie, threatening aura in the dead of night.
Darian emerged from the yacht, his bodyguards respectfully clearing a path for him.
When the two men's eyes met, a palpable explosion of tension burst forth in the air.
Blaise's gaze was languid as he stared at Darian, his eyes filled with a thirst for blood, "Hand her over."
Darian replied coolly, "Who?"
"Playing dumb? Amusing, isn't it?"
Darian remained expressionless, "She's my wife. You expect me to hand my wife over to you? Now that's amusing."
At Darian's words, Blaise's expression turned ominous immediately, with his murderous intent spreading rapidly, his gaze as chilling as a specter's, "Wife? You think you're worthy of calling her your wife?"
"Whether I'm worthy or not is my business. What does it have to do with you?"
As the chill on their faces grew, their subordinates exchanged uneasy glances under the immense pressure.
Dark clouds covered the last sliver of the moon, making the atmosphere oppressively grim.
Larkin couldn't stop the shivering in his heart. Watching the standoff, he knew that if a fight broke out tonight, both sides would suffer.
Just as he was thinking this, he saw a figure clumsily climbing out of a window, hoisting up pants. That figure was Cecily, struggling with the oversized clothes and trying to prevent the pants from falling down. She had barely steadied herself when she misstepped and, losing her balance, fell squarely on her behind.
Everyone turned toward the sound, and Blaise narrowed his eyes sharply.
Seeing the woman with her hair wet and dripping, her cheeks unnaturally flushed for some reason, wearing an oversized men's shirt with the sleeves rolled up to her forearms revealing fair arms, and under the large white shirt, pants that clearly weren't hers, it was an image that spurred the imagination.
Darian strode over to Cecily, glanced at her attire, and grabbed her arm, his gaze icy, "Who allowed you to come out?"
Cecily pulled away from Darian's grip, "Let's not endanger others over our personal issues."
If she hadn't intervened, a clash between the two men seemed inevitable, and injuries were likely.
Cecily didn't look at Darian's expression and took two large steps forward.
Darian said coldly, "If you dare to go with him, I guarantee that someone you care about will pay the price for your decision."
Cecily's lips curled slightly with a hint of contempt, "I'm aware."
Cecily walked to the edge of the boat and looked at Blaise, his gaze so cold it could freeze someone.
"Did he... touch you?"
Cecily looked down at her attire and quickly shook her head, "No, I accidentally fell into the water, my clothes got wet and I had to change into his."
Blaise clenched his fist, watching Cecily stay by Darian’s side, he felt a surging impulse to eliminate Darian.
Accidentally fell into the water? Yeah, right!
"Come over here."
The two yachts were very close, Cecily could step across easily. She looked back at Darian, his face calm but his eyes filled with threat, then at Blaise, whose eyes were ablaze.
"Blaise, thank you, but I can't leave right now."
"Is he threatening you?" The coldness in Blaise intensified.
Cecily bit her lip, "Don't worry, I'm okay. You should take your people and go back first."
Blaise squinted his eyes, filled with hostility and outrage. His expression was so fierce it was almost uncontrollable, and through clenched teeth, he asked, "Are you sure?"
Cecily's clear eyes flickered, continuously signaling something to Blaise.
Blaise stared deeply into her eyes, knowing exactly what she wanted to say. She was subtly asking him to take care of Rowan and to leave without causing a scene.
With a stern face and hands clenched tight enough to turn his knuckles white, Blaise struggled to suppress the violent storm within him. "I'll listen to you," he finally managed to say, the violence in his eyes gradually receding.
He lowered his hand and his men promptly stashed away their weapons.
A wave of relief washed over Cecily.
As Blaise turned around to leave, he threw a glance back at Cecily, his eyes filled with emotions she couldn’t quite decipher.
With Blaise gone, the tension in the air eased instantly.
Cecily's gaze dropped, and at some point, Darian had moved to stand beside her. The storm in his eyes was as chilling as ever.
Cecily slowly lifted her eyes to the calming sea and said in a somber tone, "Darian, I don't understand what you're thinking. I take my child and leave, then we divorce. You and your Ophelia naturally come together, and we stay out of each other's way. Isn't that better?
Why force me to stay? Aren’t you afraid I'll never go through the divorce procedure with you? As long as I don't divorce you, you, Darian, will always be a married man, and Ophelia will always be the other woman. What are you really thinking?”
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