Chapter 22 The Subject of Cecilia’s Scandal is Lancelot–1
Cecilia took a deep breath and said, “Mr. Elikin, you must be kidding. I hardly deserve such a welcome..”
She remembered the last time she fainted, it was Lancelot who brought her back, but she ended up at the Russell Villa. With Julian’s weird comments, Cecilia quickly pieced it together.
Julian had already spilled the beans to Lancelot about her identity, which was why he set up this secret meeting in such a secluded spot. This explained this clandestine meeting in a discreet, high–priced hotel known for catering to… unusual tastes.
Lancelot snorted, casually picking up a whip from the table as he slowly stood up. “You caught my eye and reeled me in. What’s your game?”
Cecilia blinked at him, feeling a bit helpless. “Why would Mr. Elikin think that?”
“Don’t play dumb,” Lancelot narrowed his eyes, stepping closer. His tall frame blocked most of Cecilia’s view. “Don’t you know the beef between the Elikin family and the Russell family?”
Cecilia was amused as she met Lancelot’s dangerous gaze without fear. Then Mr. Elikin should also know that I’m Julian’s wife, right? Not long ago, I attended several banquets with Julian.”
Lancelot paused for a moment, then pursed his lips with an uncomfortable expression.
Finally, he retorted irritably, “I just got back to the country. How was I supposed to know?”
“Then that’s your problem, Mr. Elikin. Anyway, I’m not interested in you,” Cecilia pushed him away, creating some distance, and slipped out from under his elbow. “Besides, I wasn’t the one who started this conversation. By the way, I haven’t had lunch yet. What’s good to eat here?” As Cecilia said, she walked into the room as if nothing had happened. Sure enough, she saw some fruits and desserts on the table.
She picked up a piece of Black Forest cake and started eating, completely ignoring Lancelot behind her. “You!” Lancelot’s veins bulged. He walked over and placed his hand on the back of Cecilia’s neck.
He leaned in and whispered in her ear, “There are many hidden places in Skyview City. Guess why I chose this place for our meeting?‘
“No, and I don’t care,” Cecilia said, biting into the cake, unfazed. “All I know is that if anyone found out we were here together, we would be embarrassed.”
‘I don’t care what people think. They always say bad things about me anyway.” She paused, looking at him. “But what would Cedric think?”
Lancelot let go of her, his voice cold. “He won’t find out, and it’s none of your business. I have various ways of getting people to talk.” With that, he walked over to a large cross–shaped restraint frame, casually taking down a pair of handcuffs and playing with them. The metal chains on his clothes made a crisp sound with his movements.
Cecilia shrugged, certain he wouldn’t actually harm her, but still taken aback by the… equipment.
‘Mr. Elikin, I assure you, I have no ulterior motives and will not harm the Elikin family,” Cecilia put the cake back and raised her hand as if she was swearing. “I swear to God, I’m not lying.”
Lancelot raised an eyebrow, still skeptical but somewhat softened. “I don’t believe you.”
Cecilia was infuriated by his words, taking a deep breath to calm herself.
“Believe what you want. But if I were scheming, it would be against Cedric,” she said. “However, I genuinely think you’re just as capable as he is.”
Lancelot almost lost his temper at the first part of her sentence. He clenched his fists tightly. If Cecilia hadn’t followed up with the latter part, he might have punched the wall.
He hated being compared to Cedric, especially if it implied he was inferior.
“Capable of what? Don’t tell me it’s painting,” he frowned while sitting down nearby.
Cecilia smiled, “No. Finance.”
Seeing Lancelot remain silent, Cecilia continued, “During that exam, you must have looked at the questions, right? You saw I answered almost everything correctly at first, then deliberately left some blank. That’s what made you curious enough to approach me, right?”
Cecilia was right. Lancelot looked at her with more curiosity and interest. “You’re right.” Cecilia smiled even more, “You’re clearly intelligent, yet you feign ignorance. Because of Cedric, 1 presume?”
Lancelot frowned deeply and didn’t answer her question, but his gaze carried a hint of warning.
