Chapter 91 Never Been in Such a Disarray
Just then, someone came out. Darian hesitated before asking, "How many more people are inside?"
The girl looked startled for a moment, her eyes sparkling as she stared at Darian's face and said dazedly, "I think there are two more. A girl has fallen over..."
Without another word, Darian stepped inside.
Now the restroom held only Cecily and another girl who was helping her. Darian walked over, stretched out a long arm, grabbed Cecily's arm, and hoisted her up.
The girl who had been holding Cecily was taken aback by the sudden appearance of a man.
Cecily, dazed, lifted her head. Her messy hair fell all over her face, which was flushed with a lovely rosy color.
She squinted at Darian, seemingly not recognizing him. Perhaps because they were in the women's restroom, she couldn't believe Darian would be there. She pushed away defensively.
"Who are you? Don't touch me..."
Annoyance flickered in Darian's eyes. He reached out, took Cecily's chin in his hand, and forced her to look at him. "Cecily, who said you could go out drinking like this?"
She was so drunk that she couldn't even recognize people. It was unbelievable.
"It's none of your business..."
"Sir? Who are you?" the girl who had been helping Cecily asked tentatively.
"She is my wife."
"Oh, I see. I'll leave her to you then."
"Thank you." Darian nodded.
He looked down at the disheveled figure in his arms, and despite everything, a flash of pity crossed his eyes. He was about to bend down to pick her up and take her out.
Cecily confronted the situation like facing a flood and ferocious beasts, forcefully pushing Darian several times. "Who are you calling your wife? Your wife passed away a long time ago; you don't have a wife... you don't deserve a wife..."
Darian began to wonder if this crazy woman was really drunk or just pretending to be.
"Do you know who I am now?" Darian stood his ground with a furrowed brow, looking at the woman standing wobbly before him.
Cecily, her expression dazed, opened her bleary, drunken eyes wide, staring seriously at the person in front of her as if pondering. "You? Who are you?"
Darian took a deep breath. "Darian."
"Darian..." Cecily nodded as if something clicked in her mind, her expression suddenly hardening. "Damn!"
'Darian... Damn?'
Darian's face darkened. Even drunk, she says he should be damned. Fine! Great!
Darian was enraged and decided to settle the score with her later.
"Let's go, come back with me."
"I won't, I won't, I won't go back with you damned tyrant." Cecily flailed, hitting Darian's hand, unwilling to let him touch her.
"Damned tyrant?" Darian frowned. Clinging to a sliver of hope, he asked, "Who is the tyrant?"
"Darian!"
"Who is the damned one?"
"Darian!"
"Who do you hate the most?"
"Darian!"
Three questions, not a hint of hesitation in any of the answers.
Darian took a deep breath, anger pulsing at his temples. With a controlled grip, he pinched the woman's chin and asked while holding back his temper, "Then, who do you like the most?"
"My favorite... my favorite is Rowan..." She murmured as if in a trance, her voice light, not very clear, but Darian still made out the name Rowan.
Darian let out a sigh of relief. She liked their son the most, not another man, which made Darian feel somewhat better inside.
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