Early the next morning, Cecily indeed met the "doctor" that Edwin had arranged for her. She was not unfamiliar with this person.
Even though Colin was Edwin's biological brother, Archie, a well-known young physician in A City, had a closer relationship with Edwin.
Cecily had always disliked him because he had been the one who had researched the medication Edwin had given her. She had resisted any contact with him. But later, she realized that it had nothing to do with him. The medicine was something Edwin had him develop, after all.
Unexpectedly, now it was him who had come to examine her. It felt ironic, yes, very ironic.
"Miss Turner, we meet again," Archie said with a faint smile.
Cecily nodded and didn't say much. Early in the morning, Edwin had taken her to the hospital, and all the necessary tests had already been done. Archie was now looking at her test results, his brows slightly furrowed.
After a while, the room was filled with silence. Edwin wasn't there, and Cecily couldn't help but feel anxious. "Mr. Baker, can my body still have a child?" she finally asked, realizing that she was somewhat nervous. In truth, she was quite eager to have a child, someone who would share her bloodline.
Archie glanced at her and replied, "There's nothing major. Just take a few courses of medication and pay attention to your diet."
"Okay."
During lunchtime, Edwin hadn't returned either. Instead, someone came to take care of her and prepared her meal. Cecily shook her head; she hadn't explored Moon Bay properly yet. She decided to go out for a meal.
The dining options at the hotel were top-notch, and Cecily ordered a few dishes. She wondered where she should go later. Edwin's call surprised her; he hadn't called her much since they got married.
She couldn't help but smile at the faint smile on her lips. Edwin simply mentioned that he had something to do and might be back later. She stared at the phone, which had already gone black, for a long time. She was reluctant to hang up; she just wanted to hear his voice again.
After finishing her meal, Cecily strolled around the island. On the beach, many couples and families were frolicking and playing. Families with children wore matching outfits, with women sunbathing on the beach while men played with their children in the sand, building sandcastles and catching fish.
The scene was so beautiful that Cecily couldn't help but stop and watch. Her hand subconsciously rested on her abdomen. She earnestly prayed to God, asking Him to grant her a child as soon as possible. She promised that she would love the child deeply.
And there was Edwin. He had said he wanted a child. Would their relationship improve with a child? Maybe they would also wear matching outfits one day. It would be such a wonderful thing. For Cecily, it was a longing, a beautiful dream.
Her steps paused for a moment, and Cecily smiled faintly. She continued walking and soon came across a small stall filled with various art supplies and finished paintings.
A woman in a white chiffon dress with her back to her was painting. The wind tousled her hair, and her disheveled strands danced freely. With just a glimpse of her back, Cecily recognized her as an acquaintance. Her heart leaped with joy, and she hurriedly walked over.
Cecily stood quietly behind the woman, not interrupting her as she finished painting a breathtaking seascape view.
The woman gracefully removed the completed painting and replaced it with a fresh sheet of paper, not turning her head. "Are you here for a portrait sketch?" she asked.
Cecily glanced around as if she was speaking to herself, wondering if she had been noticed. After all, her footsteps weren't exactly quiet, and perhaps the woman hadn't recognized her.
"Mrs. Wilson," Cecily called out softly.
The woman hesitated for a moment, then turned around. "Cecily," she smiled warmly, her face radiating kindness and grace.
Seeing that smile, Cecily's heart warmed involuntarily. Fidelia Wilson had been her art teacher, and even though she was in her forties now, she didn't look a day over thirty.
In Cecily's eyes, Fidelia had always been elegant and beautiful, her personal goddess.
Meeting an old friend, both women were delighted. They walked over to a nearby beach vendor and ordered two fruit juices, then began to chat.
"Cecily, are you doing well?" In truth, Fidelia knew that Cecily wasn't doing well at all. Since Cecily had told her about her marriage to Edwin, she had lost a lot of weight and become quieter. Her eyes always held a hint of sadness, and her previous innocence and liveliness were nowhere to be seen.
For some reason, a faint sense of heartache welled up within her. She couldn't help but feel sorry for her, even though she knew everything.
Cecily honestly shook her head, and while she might have said she was doing well to others, she didn't want to reveal her wounds to anyone else. However, when it came to her mentor, she couldn't lie. She wanted to tell her everything.
"My poor child," Fidelia hugged her, and her comforting fragrance enveloped Cecily like a mother's scent, soothing her troubled heart.
Once they had both calmed down, Cecily recounted recent events to Fidelia. Fidelia held her hand, and the warmth of her palm gradually spread from Cecily's hand to her back, comforting her.
"Cecily, tell me, even after all the hurtful things Edwin has done to you, do you still love him?"
Tears welled up in Cecily's eyes, and she nodded. She didn't dare to look at Fidelia, fearing to see the same disappointed or pitying eyes that her friends had cast upon her. But when she met her mentor's gaze, she didn't see disappointment—instead, she saw genuine concern and love.
With a sigh, Fidelia spoke, "In that case, since he has had a change of heart, why are you still so uneasy and filled with sorrow? Why the lingering doubt?"
Cecily finally found the courage to express her thoughts. "I just can't shake the feeling that things aren't that simple. It's been only a few hours, and Edwin has suddenly had a change of heart. Given his personality, it's impossible. But I can't bring myself to confront him directly. It feels terrible, and I'm so scared, so torn. Our relationship is fragile, like a sheet of paper. I don't know what to do or how to face him. I can't convince myself that I don't love him, and I can't deceive myself that he doesn't love me."
In the room, Archie thoroughly examined Cecily, gave her an injection, and then turned to Edwin. Despite his usual calm and composed demeanor, Archie understood that Edwin was genuinely concerned about the woman lying in bed. Otherwise, he would have relied on his family's personal physician and not sought Archie's help."She doesn't have any major issues, just a bad cold from getting chilled and being generally weak. She should recover with proper rest," Archie explained."Okay," Edwin replied, walking over to Cecily's side. She was already asleep, so he tucked her in and then joined Archie downstairs.Ralph and Teresa had been waiting anxiously, and when Archie explained the situation, they finally felt relieved."Let's talk outside," Edwin suggested as he walked out first.In the garden, the roses were in full bloom, displaying their vibrant colors, but both men were too preoccupied to appreciate them."It seems like you're really serious about this," Archie spoke calmly.Edwin nod
In Cecily's presence, Edwin experienced a feeling he had never felt before, not even with Pamela. Despite everything she had done wrong, he no longer felt any anger. It seemed like everything that had happened was in the past.At this moment, as he gently touched Cecily's cheek, he felt a sensation akin to breaking through ice, a rush of warmth flooding into his heart.In the past, he couldn't stand the woman who was constantly trying to marry him by any means possible. But now, at this very moment, he wanted to look at her, to see her properly, even if it was only for a moment.When he saw her with Terence, he felt uncomfortable and even angry. He wished Terence would never appear again. When he saw her getting close to Colin, it also made him uneasy. He didn't want them to be together.Back when he hadn't fallen in love with Cecily, he wouldn't have cared about who she was with, even after learning about Colin's feelings for her.That day, when he heard her talking to Mort, he becam
"Why? Did something happen to Cecily?" Archie's immediate reaction was concern for Cecily. "She's fine," Edwin replied, but his mind returned to the woman he had met earlier, the one who had called him a "reproductive animal." He had been somewhat irritated at the time, but now, he couldn't seem to muster any anger. In fact, he found himself thinking of her. "So why give her up? Why look for someone new?" Archie was growing drowsy, likely nearing bedtime, and his thoughts were muddled. "Just do as I say," Edwin replied without offering an explanation. "Are you ordering me?" Archie joked, trying to make light of the situation. He found it all quite incredulous, and his drowsiness had vanished. Edwin looked at him. "You can interpret it that way." Archie hesitated for a moment before he asked, "Are you in love with her, by any chance?" He couldn't believe it, but it was the only reason he could fathom for Edwin's change in plans. There was another long pause. The room became eeril
In the hospital, the bodyguard responsible for protecting Pamela spoke, "Sir, Miss Parker is already asleep." Edwin nodded and opened the door to her room.The spacious and luxurious hospital room was filled with advanced medical equipment and Pamela's favorite mimosa flowers. On the hospital bed, Pamela appeared very pale. Edwin approached quietly, and when he faced Pamela, he had an inexplicable urge to escape.Even though she was asleep, Pamela remained highly alert. But upon hearing the familiar footsteps, she didn't open her eyes."Pamela, you..." Edwin had just reached the bedside when Pamela practically jumped up and hung onto him. Edwin instinctively embraced her."Edwin, I missed you," Pamela coiled around Edwin's neck, nestling gently in his arms."I'm sorry; I've been busy lately," Edwin replied.Pamela nodded and said, "Can you stay with me tonight? I don't want you to leave."Edwin hesitated for a moment, then nodded. Pamela's pale face lit up with a big smile.Edwin gent
Everyone praised Cecily for the rose cake she had made. Colin even suspected it wasn't her work, but Dottie quickly vouched for her.Edwin remained silent but had eaten several pieces of the cake. Ralph and his wife each had a plate, Colin had a plate, and Edwin and Cecily shared a plate. When only one piece was left, Edwin reached for it. Cecily immediately pulled the plate closer to her and protected it, saying, "You've had so much; this last piece belongs to me." She then took a bite.Edwin froze, his hand still reaching out.Colin, on the other hand, first burst into laughter, but then he felt like crying. Edwin was shameless for taking his plate and eating his cake.Colin was still afraid to speak his mind, and he continued to glare at Edwin. Edwin completely ignored him.Ralph also enjoyed a rare hearty laugh. The atmosphere in the dining room was warm, and everyone appeared genuinely happy.After dinner, Edwin and Ralph had tea in the living room, with Colin listening in. Meanw
When Cecily woke up, it was already noon the next day. Her head was throbbing, and her body felt as though it had been run over by a bulldozer. She ached all over.Her memory was quite fragmented. She remembered being with Jenny and Sadie at Sadie's place, eating pizza and then drinking alcohol. After that, she seemed to get drunk, and she recalled seeing Edwin. She shook her head, vaguely recalling that she might have made Edwin angry.As she thought about the intense dreamlike encounter from last night, Cecily shivered. Edwin had been extremely passionate; it felt like he had wanted to overwhelm her. But wait, something wasn't right. This room was very familiar..."Oh!" she exclaimed, suddenly sitting up. Her whole body ached even more, and she realized that this was her and Edwin's bedroom. What in the world was happening?She knocked on her heavy head, trying to remember. She remembered Edwin asking repeatedly, "Do you dare?" And she had given in, saying, "I won't dare anymore." W