Chapter 120 Cyril My Mot
Chapter 120 Cyrll, My Most Loyal Devotee
Cyril arrived faster than I expected. Barely ten minutes after I hung up the phone, there he was, knocking on my door.
I was momentarily dazed, my mind lagging as I tried to pull myself together.
My place was a bit out of the way, with hardly anyone around. The closest hotel was a good fifteen–minute
drive from here.
Did that mean he’d been staying nearby, keeping an eye on me all this time?
As I opened the door, I couldn’t miss the deep shadows under his eyes.
Suddenly, I felt an overwhelming urge to cry. Over the years, no one had stood by me except for Galian. Thi feeling hit me so hard that I wanted to break down and sob.
I bit back the tears, forcing myself to stay composed, but Cyril frowned and pulled me into a tight embrace. “What’s going on? Did something happen? Talk to me–I’ll fix it,” he said.
His steady, reassuring voice instantly soothed my racing heart.
“Come in,” I said, tugging him inside and steering him to the couch before plopping down next to him.
Cyril stayed quiet and compliant, though his eyes never stopped scanning my face with concern.
Not wanting to prolong his worry, I spoke softly, “Cyril, I’ve figured out how to get into Galian‘ estate.”
Just say the word,” he replied. “Whatever it is, I’ve got your back.”
With how close we were now, I skipped the small talk and cut to the chase. “Galian is hosting an engagement banquet in three days, but I wasn’t invited. I have a gut feeling something’s going to happen at that event, and
I want to sneak in.”
Cyril fell silent for a moment before saying, “That old fool’s going to be there too. It’s going to be messy for
you.”
I smirked slightly, knowing exactly who he meant–the patriarch of the Hartman family.
“I know,” I said with a smile. “Not only will Charles be there, but Philip’s family will likely attend as well. From
what I’ve gathered, the three families are neck–deep in this mess together–they’re all in cahoots, bound by
the same dirty deal.”
A hint of mockery flashed in Cyril’s eyes. “Don’t sweat it–their days are numbered.”
I knew that. I had plenty of evidence in my hands, and once I exposed it, everyone involved would pay a heavy
price.
They really wouldn’t last much longer.
I murmured softly, my voice barely above a whisper, “Cyril, I need you.”
Cyril tilted his head towards me, his voice soft and tender. “Tell me,” he urged.
I lowered my gaze and began to explain the plan I had been turning over in my mind all night. Cyril listened intently, his focus unwavering. Every now and then, he jumped in, smoothing out the rough edges of my plan, He didn’t object to any of my requests; instead, he assured me with unwavering confidence that he’d see
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everything through.
With him by my side, I felt a peace of mind I’d never felt before. As I finished laying out the plan, a serene calm washed over me, and fatigue took hold. I didn’t even realize when I drifted off to sleep, my head resting against Cyril’s chest, lulled by the steady rhythm of his heartbeat.
If I had been awake, I would have seen the tender look in his eyes as he gazed down at me. He pressed a gentle kiss to my forehead, like a devoted worshipper paying homage.
When I opened my eyes again, it was already afternoon. Cyril had carried me to bed and left, but the faint scent of food lingered in the air, a reminder of his care. Blinking groggily, I spotted the note he’d left on my
bedside table.
It read: “Aurora, I’ve headed back to the Hartman family to take care of a few things. If you wake up hungry, I’ve left food for you in the microwave. If it’s cold, just heat it up–it’ll be warm in just a minute. And don’t
worry about the Hodge Group. I’ll take care of everything we discussed today. Just wait for my updates. For
now, rest well. You’ve endured enough at Hodge’s hands.”
Though his words were brief, they overflowed with a raw sincerity and affection that warmed my heart. He truly cared for me.
I couldn’t help but smile softly as I made my way to the kitchen. Cyril turned out to be quite the chef. The
portions were small, but there was a variety of dishes, all of which I loved. It was only then that I finally
allowed myself to acknowledge just how much thought he’d put into everything.
Each bite felt like it was steeped in genuine affection. It was so delicious that tears began to stream down
my face. This, I realized, was what a healthy, sweet relationship felt like. This was what it meant to be truly
loved. It was something I had never experienced with Cadell.
But it wasn’t too late.
After finishing every last bite, I sent Cyril a message: “Thank you. Meeting you has been the best thing that’s
ever happened to me.”
It was the first time I’d ever been so openly affectionate with him, and as soon as I hit send, a surge of nervous anticipation hit me. I couldn’t help but feel a flutter of curiosity about his reaction.
My anxiety didn’t linger for long before Cyril called me on video.
I snapped back to reality and answered the call.
His sharp, strikingly handsome face filled my screen, and the moment his gaze landed on me, he seemed to
let down his guard completely, giving me a soft smile.
My heart skipped a beat, and I smirked slightly. “What’s up?”
His eyes lingered on me, warm and tender. “Nothing. I just really wanted to see you.”
My ears turned a faint pink. “Well, here I am.”
He let out a low chuckle, then sajd, “By the way, I’m about to go see that old geezer. Want to see how it all goes down?”
He was ready to kick the plan into gear.
I was a bit confused. “How? I can’t show up at Hartman Manor.”
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Cyril raised a single brow at me. “The button on my chest is a tiny hidden camera linked to your phone. If you’re up for it, I’ll bring you along, all right?”
His last words were spoken with a slight downward glance.
Just hearing them sent a shiver through me.
I said, “Okay.”
Besides, I was curious to see just how far Cadell would go off the rails.
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