Chapter 200 Clearly She Did Nothing Wrong
He stared coldly at Cordelia beneath him.
Her delicate face was flushed, her eyes rimmed with tears, looking all pouty and aggrieved, as if she were about to cry the next second.
Yet he was the one whose heart was thrown into panic by her words.
But the way she was acting now, it was as if he had bullied her instead.
Alaric didn't know what to do with her.
He took a deep breath, feeling like even breathing had become difficult.
Just as he was about to get up and leave, Cordelia, who had been lying on the bed sulking, suddenly wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed her red lips to his.
This time, Alaric didn't dodge. Cordelia got what she wanted.
Alaric's body stiffened. Her lips were hot and soft.
He should have responded to her, but thinking that she must be mistaking him for Herschel right now, he felt no interest at all.
Her kissing technique was terrible, almost like she was randomly nibbling at his lips.
Alaric looked down at her, his eyes cold and detached.
Her hands impatiently slipped into his shirt, and after touching his muscles, she said with satisfaction.
"Your abs still feel the best."
"I love them the most."
Alaric's expression darkened sharply, and he couldn't help but think of the video Julian had posted in the group chat.
"Who do you love the most?" he asked again, his eyes holding no hope whatsoever.
"You," Cordelia hugged him tighter.
"I love you the most."
As she spoke, she opened her eyes to look at him, her hazy gaze reflecting his image.
Alaric's Adam's apple bobbed.
He had to admit, Cordelia's gaze had broken through his last bit of resistance.
Whether the "you" Cordelia was saying right now meant him or Herschel, he would just take it as himself.
He reached out to tuck the stray hair from Cordelia's forehead behind her ear, then leaned down to capture her red lips.
The moment Cordelia was kissed by him, all the blood in her body began to boil.
Here it comes, here it comes, the familiar dream scenario had finally arrived.
She felt as if the emptiness in her heart was being filled by Alaric in this instant.
The next morning.
When Cordelia woke up, the harsh morning light shone in, and she immediately closed her eyes reflexively.
Not only did her head feel like it was splitting, her body felt like it was falling apart too.
Last night's dream had been too real.
In the dream, Alaric had been like a madman.
No matter how much she begged for mercy, he wouldn't let her go.
Cordelia only remembered that her tears seemed to have dried up, and she nearly passed out in the dream.
A sudden warm flow came, and Cordelia realized something. Her eyes flew open.
She immediately looked around at the familiar yet strange room, her expression freezing.
Last night wasn't a dream?
Her expression stiffened, her face turning pale. She gently lifted the covers and looked down to see red kiss marks all over her body.
She froze, her mind going blank for a moment.
She had thought it was a dream, so she had been very proactive the whole time.
After all, over these three years, she had dreamed of having sex with Alaric plenty times.
She never expected that last night wasn't actually a dream.
Alaric, who had been beside her, had already gotten up at some point.
She didn't hear any sounds in the room. At the foot of the bed hung a bag with some women's clothing brand logo on it.
Cordelia quickly grabbed the shirt she had worn last night and put it on. Just as she was about to button it up, she realized most of the buttons had popped off.
Her expression froze. Thinking of last night's frenzy, her cheeks flushed. She could only hold the shirt closed with her hand, walked to the foot of the bed to get the shopping bag, then enteredthe bathroom.
After washing up, she came out of the bathroom while drying her hair with a towel.
On the dark-colored sheets, there were still patches of stains.
From Cordelia's angle, they were especially clear.
She bit her lip lightly, her face turning impossibly red.
From the time she woke up until now, there had been no sounds in the room. Cordelia thought Alaric might be in the study, so after hesitating, she walked out.
However, Alaric wasn't in the study.
After searching around and confirming that Alaric had already left, her mood became indescribably dejected.
She stood in the spacious living room, dazed for a long while.
Sunrise Valley Hospital.
Early in the morning, Alaric had received a call from Clifford saying that Ruth had accidentally fallen from her hospital bed.
Ruth's body was very fragile right now—one small accident could lead to a fracture.
So Alaric didn't have time to say anything to Cordelia before getting up and rushing to the hospital.
After taking Ruth through all the examinations and confirming there were no major issues, Alaric finally breathed a sigh of relief.
The weather was nice today. After Ruth finished her checkup, Alaric wheeled her to the hospital's back garden for a walk to get some fresh air.
Although Ruth couldn't speak, she had a smile on her face and seemed to be in a good mood.
"Alaric."
Janet hadn't expected to run into Alaric in the hospital's back garden.
Alaric stopped in his tracks.
Ruth's expression immediately darkened, and she forcefully slapped the wheelchair armrest in protest.
Alaric noticed Ruth's mood and pushed the wheelchair forward without stopping.
Seeing this, Janet shamelessly walked up to them.
With a gentle smile on her face, she talked to Ruth as she walked.
"Mrs. Hughes, have you been feeling better lately?"
"I've been wanting to visit you, but I haven't had time. I didn't expect to run into you here today."
As she spoke, she noticed the blanket on Ruth was a bit crooked and reached out to straighten it for her.
Ruth wanted to reach out and stop her, but because her reactions were slow, she couldn't prevent it.
She bit her teeth in displeasure and directly pulled the blanket off and threw it away.
Janet paused when she saw this, but didn't get angry. She bent down to pick up the blanket and put it back on Ruth.
"Mrs. Hughes, the morning air is chilly, you still need to be careful."
She gently covered Ruth with it again as she spoke.
Ruth wanted to tell Janet to "get lost," but the sound that came out was only a sharp, stern cry.
Angrily, she pulled the blanket off and threw it away again.
Hearing Ruth's voice, Janet paused, a trace of confusion and surprise flashing in her eyes.
"Mrs. Hughes."
She hesitated as she spoke.
Alaric's expression immediately turned cold.
"My grandmother doesn't want to see you."
Janet bit her lip lightly, her eyes showing some grievance and innocence.
"I'm sorry, Alaric, I didn't know Mrs. Hughes's condition was so serious."
"I—"
Alaric's expression darkened. "Get lost."
Janet paused, tears sliding down from the corners of her eyes. She crouched down to pick up the blanket Ruth had thrown on the ground, wanting to return it to Ruth, but worried about making Ruth angry.
She could only stand awkwardly to the side, tears involuntarily welling up in her eyes.
Alaric's eyes were cold and indifferent as he pushed the wheelchair past her, without a trace of sympathy in his gaze.
Janet stood in place, watching Alaric's retreating figure as he pushed the wheelchair away, clutching the blanket tightly in her hands, her expression full of unwillingness.
All these years, she had always shown her gentle and gracious side in front of Ruth. No matter how cold Ruth was to her, she could control her emotions.
Why didn't Ruth like her?
She hadn't done anything wrong.