Chapter 92 Kidnapped Ophelia
Cecily spoke softly and slowly, a light chuckle escaping her as she said the two names, "And... Griffin..."
Darian hadn't caught it clearly. "What did you say? Say it again."
Cecily furrowed her brows, a hint of displeasure flashing across her face. "Darian..."
"Yeah?"
"You're so annoying."
Darian squinted, irritably looking at the woman leaning against the wall, seemingly about to fall asleep. "Repeat the name you just said. Who's Griffin?"
"Griffin is just Griffin, my favorite!" Cecily exclaimed.
Favorite! That was obviously a man's name.
Darian's recently eased expression darkened completely.
She hated him the most, and loved a man named Griffin the most!
Great! There was Blaise, and there was Griffin! He wondered how many more men were there in this woman's life.
Silence descended in the restroom, a lingering calm that belied Darian's urge to throttle her.
Seeing Cecily slide down the wall, he made no move to catch her. Let her beloved Griffin take care of her.
Just as Darian brooded in his anger, footsteps approached from outside.
A group of girls entered, chatting and laughing.
Darian frowned. He didn't want to be mistaken for some kind of creep.
As the footsteps drew closer, Darian muttered a curse, scooped up Cecily, and carried her into a stall.
The girls outside carried on their leisurely conversation by the sinks.
Inside the stall, Cecily was uncomfortable in his arms. She struggled to break free, brushing her arm unintentionally against the wall making noise. "Let go of me, don't hold me..."
Her soft muttering was quickly overheard by the people outside.
Darian could already hear someone investigating the sound.
His expression darkened even more than the sky outside, and the woman in his arms was far from cooperative. "Touch me again, and I'll scream..."
"Shut up!" Darian's voice was low and furious, wishing he could strangle her.
There came a knock at the door. "Miss, are you all right in there? Do you need help?"
Darian covered Cecily's mouth, applying a slight pressure. Cecily was still trying to push Darian away, but she simply couldn’t budge him.
Feeling disheartened, Cecily widened her eyes and glared fiercely at Darian. With a swift closure of her eyes, she headbutted him powerfully in the face.
Caught off guard, Darian was forced to stagger backward, his head reeling back and then thudding against the wall with a heavy impact.
A sense of collapse flickered in the depths of Darian's eyes; he couldn't remember the last time he'd been in such a disarray.
Looking down at the woman in front of him, he reached out and pressed her hands against the wall, asking in a deep, low voice, “Be obedient.”
A few girls who were knocking on the door froze, sensing something amiss from the noises in the restrooms, and now hearing a man's suggestive tone, they instantly realized what was happening.
“Let’s go, let’s go. They’re busy.”
It was painfully awkward; somehow, they stumbled upon people engaged in such acts in the bathroom.
The girls quickly made their escape.
Listening to the sounds fading outside, Darian let out a sigh of relief. As he gazed at the still-agitated woman, he was sorely tempted to actually do something to teach this vexing woman a lesson.
However, the last shred of sanity prevented him from doing so. Bending down, Darian picked Cecily up to avoid anyone else coming in, and swiftly carried her out.
Aurelie was in a rush as she ran back and forth. Catching sight of Cecily in Darian's arms, she gasped, tempted to chase after them before halting in her tracks.
'Forget it,' she thought. It was best not to interfere at a time like this. 'Best of luck to you, Cecily.' Aurelie thought.
Darian strode into the underground parking garage with Cecily in his arms. As he approached, Griffin quickly hopped out of the car, calling out, “Mommy.”
Darian expressionlessly stuffed Cecily into the back seat of the car, and Griffin immediately leaned in toward her.
His mother hardly ever drank, only when she was upset. He wondered who could have possibly made her feel so down.
Darian sat in the driver’s seat, making a call while he drove. The phone rang and Larkin picked up promptly on the other end. “Mr. Fitzgerald.”
“Help me investigate a guy named Griffin.”
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