Chapter 124 May I Ask for Your Hand?
I found a twisted satisfaction in his pain, for it was the only solace that could ease my wounded heart. After what felt like an eternity, Philip finally composed himself, his teeth clenched as he glared at me. “You wouldn’t dare, Aurora. You wouldn’t dare! If my men develop the serum, they won’t give it to you unless they see me first! What you want is still in my grasp!”
He seemed convinced he’d walk out unscathed, and as he spoke, he regained his usual arrogant demeanor. I couldn’t help but chuckle softly. “Philip,” I began, my voice dripping with mockery, “do you really believe, in a world of billions, that no one could resemble you? And do you suppose that within Prosperity Group and Knightfall Group, there’s no one skilled in the art of disguise? What makes you so sure… you’re irreplaceable?”
His pupils shrank to pinpricks, disbelief plastered across his face. In an instant, his complexion turned deathly pale. “What are you saying?” he shrieked, shaking the iron bars of his cage like a madman, his eyes
wide with terror. He was trying to intimidate me, but I wasn’t fazed.
I smirked, savoring the moment. “Didn’t get that? Let me repeat it for you,” I sneered, locking eyes with him, relishing the thought of his impending breakdown. “Philip, I’m telling you, you’ve already been replaced. Your identity, everything–it’s all gone.”
His scream tore through my mind, wild and unhinged. I was satisfied. Turning to 0528, I said casually, “He’s a bit too loud. Would you mind handling it?”
0528 flashed a shy smile, her lips curling slightly. “Don’t worry. I enjoy silencing him.”
I chuckled inwardly, silently mourning Philip’s fate. How it must sting to be trampled by someone he once
bullied so freely. But it didn’t matter. For years to come, he’d suffer this torment until his dying breath. This
was his own doing, and he’s getting his just deserts.
As our conversation with 0538 reached his ears, Philip’s screams faltered, and he began to cower, his body
trembling as if begging for mercy. But no one would grant him that.
Stepping out of the basement, I could still hear 0528’s exasperated scolding. “Philip, you’ve soiled the cage
again. Why keep such a worthless thing? What punishment do you deserve this time?”
Philip’s frantic screams and desperate pleas for forgiveness lingered in my ears. A smile tugged at my lips, a
fresh wave of satisfaction washing over me.
Cyril was incredibly attentive. Long before we finalized our plans, he had arranged for one of the rooms in
Philip’s estate to be renovated just for me. He’d mentioned beforehand that when I arrived, someone from the
Knightfall Group would guide me there. I’d never laid eyes on this room, and honestly, I was bubbling with
anticipation.
Cyril seemed to sense my revulsion for Philip, so he didn’t choose the master bedroom. Instead, he picked a
quiet, untouched corner of the estate. The moment I pushed the door open, I was rooted to the spot. Every inch of the room was a perfect reflection of my style, with some corners even mirroring the design of my own home. A soft smile tugged at my lips, impossible to suppress.
The warmth of being so deeply cherished washed over me. At that moment, I was genuinely happy. I’d been strung tight like a bowstring for weeks, and I hadn’t had a proper rest in what felt like ages. Now that the plan
was moving forward smoothly, I just knew I’d be reunited with my sister soon.
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Chapter 124 May I Ask for
Whether from sheer exhaustion or the weight lifting off my shoulders, sleep claimed me the moment my head hit the pillow. Somewhere between dreams and reality, I caught the faint creak of the door. My eyes fluttered open, and the crisp, familiar scent wrapped around me like a blanket. Before my mind could fully process it, my body instinctively relaxed.
The next second, I felt arms wrap around me. Cyril pressed his face into the crook of my neck, his touch tender and needy. In my drowsy state, I kissed his cheek. He hesitated, his breath hitching as if he was holding himself back. His hand wandered, gliding up the curve of my waist with deliberate slowness.
I hesitated briefly, then whispered, “Cyril…” His lips brushed my ear, and his voice, thick with longing, murmured, “Aurora, I’ve missed you so much.” I won’t lie–those words sent my heart racing. I couldn’t resist running my fingers through his hair, wordlessly letting him know it was okay.
This wasn’t our first time, and yet, it felt as raw and vulnerable as our first time. Both of us were fully awake, a rare occurrence, and I could feel every gentle movement of his. Unlike his usual intensity, this time, he was achingly gentle, as though I were made of glass. It was the most tender he’d ever been, and it only made me more captivated by him.
But soon, I couldn’t take it anymore and whispered for him to speed up. In an instant, his movements became a storm, and within a minute, I regretted it. He was relentless, all–consuming–I was completely at his mercy! This time, it stretched on for what felt like an eternity–two full hours–before Cyril finally came to a halt. A sheen of sweat glistened on my back as his fingers trailed delicately along the curve of my spine. His voice, barely above a whisper, reached my ears. “Aurora, once all this is behind us… can I ask for your hand?”
My mind, clouded with exhaustion, snapped into sharp clarity as his words reverberated in my ears. Honestly, I’d never seen anyone ask for the green light before popping the question. But, to my surprise, I loved it. In that instant, I felt a deep sense of respect–something rare and precious.
A soft smile curved my lips, but before I could utter a word, he brushed a tender kiss against the corner of my mouth. In that moment, something shifted. Cyril, the man of steel and unshakable resolve, now seemed as delicate as glass. His lashes fluttered like the fragile wings of a butterfly poised to take its first flight.
His voice, rough with emotion yet laced with vulnerability, murmured, “Is it alright, Aurora?” His tone carried a quiet desperation, softened by tenderness, as though my answer was the only thing that mattered in that
moment.
I gazed up at him, his eyes brimming with an earnestness that took my breath away. A soft laugh escaped me. “Cyril,” I murmured, even if you hadn’t said a word, I would’ve been the one to ask.”
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