Chapter 72 Darian Asked Cecily to Stay the Night
Despite the hatred in her heart, Ophelia had to maintain an appearance as though nothing was amiss, putting on the demeanor of the lady of the house.
Cecily, observing Ophelia, saw a reflection of who she herself had been years ago.
Previously, she had faced the same challenge—when Ophelia clung to Darian, she couldn't stop it. Not wanting to be disliked, she had to constantly play the role of the poised and dignified wife, all the while lying to herself that there was nothing between them.
Cecily coolly withdrew her gaze, a faint smile of disdain crossing her lips as she looked at Darian. "I didn't bring my tools today."
"I've prepared them for you," Darian said, nodding toward the box on the table.
Cecily picked it up, checked it, and looked back at Darian, "Where would you like the treatment?"
Darian stood up, his expression neutral, "Upstairs."
She took the needle pack and followed Darian upstairs, while Ophelia, standing aside, clenched her back teeth tightly.
She kept reassuring herself. 'It's okay, it's okay. Cecily's triumph won't last long.'
Back in the room, Darian found a lounge chair, slowly lay down, and stretched out his legs, relaxing.
Cecily pulled a chair up next to him and sat down.
Darian closed his eyes, vaguely aware of the woman fidgeting next to him, the soft rustling sounds, and her faint, pleasant scent. This light fragrance was comforting, inexplicably relaxing.
Cecily, after preparing everything, took out the tools and began to conduct the treatment. She was as she had been the first time she treated him, explaining each sensation after each application, telling him not to worry—it was normal.
The sound of her voice, devoid of its usual coldness, soft and supple, seemed to animate the still space of the room that had long been devoid of life.
...
After the treatment ended and Darian had fallen asleep, Cecily, feeling exhausted, rubbed her forehead. She packed everything up, stood, and left the room.
Outside, Ophelia's face was stormy.
Cecily didn't want to engage with her any further. It was late, and after a long day, she was tired as well. Griffin was at home, and she hadn't checked in, which probably had the little guy worried sick. She needed to get home.
Larkin approached Cecily and said, "Miss Cecily, it's gotten quite late. The boss instructed me to prepare a guest room for you. You can rest here for the night."
Cecily declined firmly, "No, I need to get back, please just send me home."
Larkin paused, recalling that Darian had indeed not insisted Cecily stay. He nodded, "Alright, I'll have someone drive you back."
"Okay."
Larkin noticed Ophelia behind him and took the opportunity to ask, "Miss Ophelia, do you need a ride home as well?"
The color drained from Ophelia's face, her lips tightened as she glanced at Cecily.
Cecily raised an eyebrow with a faint smile.
An hour earlier, Ophelia had deliberately boasted in front of her that she was living with Darian, and now Larkin's question seemed like a direct slap in her face.
Seeing the smile on Cecily's face, Ophelia stomped her foot in a huff and glared at Larkin before striding away.
Confused by the sudden outburst, Larkin watched Ophelia leave and asked, "What's the matter with Miss Ophelia?"
With a light laugh, Cecily replied, "Nothing much, Mr. Larkin, nice work undermining her."
Larkin was puzzled, "?"
...
Upon returning home, Cecily headed straight for Griffin's room. The nanny, Mary, was just cautiously stepping out of Griffin's room when she turned to see Cecily, jumping slightly in surprise.
"Oh, Miss Cecily? You're back? Didn't you say you had something on and might not return tonight?"
Cecily responded immediately, "The issue was resolved, is Griffin asleep?"
"He just fell asleep. He was worried about you; couldn't settle down."
Cecily pressed her lips together and tiptoed over to the crib, her gaze softening as she looked down at the sleeping Griffin before turning back to Mary, "Mary, thank you for all your hard work."
Mary waved her hand dismissively, "Griffin is a good boy, easy to look after. It's no trouble at all, but Miss Cecily, have you run into some trouble? I see you're often not at home."
Cecily spoke firmly, "I've been busy with work lately, Mary. It's late. You should get some rest."
Mary nodded without asking further questions, "Well then, Miss Cecily, you should also try to get some sleep early."
"Will do," replied Cecily, nodding.
After making sure Griffin was tucked in with his blanket, Cecily suddenly remembered something, quickly fetched her spare cell phone, and dialed Blaise.
He answered promptly, his voice deep and resonant, "Got home?"
Cecily nodded, replying with a soft "Yeah, just got in. How's Rowan?"
"He's fine, doing well," Blaise's voice was hoarse and tinged with a hint of anger, "How about you?"
"Don't worry, Darian wouldn’t dare do anything to me."
"Alright, if there's anything, don't hold it in. That's it, I'm hanging up." He ended the call abruptly.
Cecily could tell he was angry, and it sounded like he was drinking, his voice carrying a trace of drunkenness.
She sighed, sat on the sofa, and called Aurelie to keep her from worrying.
After sorting everything out, Cecily finally relaxed and went to freshen up before lying in bed, consumed by exhaustion and wanting to sleep. However, the weight of too many concerns kept her awake.
...
The next day.
Cecily rose early, and Mary had already prepared breakfast.
Griffin Watson came out of his room, and at the sight of Cecily, he rubbed his eyes incredulously, worried that he was mistaken. He stared wide-eyed at Cecily.
"Mommy!" Griffin's voice was filled with surprise as he dashed into Cecily's arms.
She embraced her son immediately.
"Mommy, weren't you going to leave first with brother? What are you doing back? Did you come to get me?"
Cecily shook her head, "No, honey. Mommy got caught last night and came back."
"And brother?"
"He should be on his way to Dorde" Cecily explained.
Griffin breathed a sigh of relief, "Mommy, if you sent brother away, Darian won't just let it go. He'll keep searching until he finds him, just like he did when he was looking for you."
Cecily of course understood what Griffin was saying, and it was the very thing that was troubling her mind.
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