Chapter 525 - Five Hundred And Twenty-five: Erald Is A White Swan
The third point of view:
Cecil was stunned when soone closed the lid of her laptop. Her gaze trailed up to rest on Erald, her soon-to-be husband.
"Rest your eyes, you've been staring at the screen for over five hours," He said. No, that was an order.
Cecil sighed. What could she do? Erald stopped her from going to work with the claim that she shouldn't stress the baby. Now, all of her workloads were handed over to her assistant, and could only work from ho for a limited ti - he made sure to monitor her working hours as well.
So after the eting with the girls -Reina and Emily, she decided to play so gas on her laptop - sothing she hasn't done in a long ti until recently. Cecil had been so engaged with work, Pedro, and making money she's forgotten how fun such leisure could be. But then, her husband ruined it again.
Yes, Cecil was grateful for the fact that she had soone by her side during her pregnancy this ti unlike Pedro's. Erald was sweet and all but his overprotectiveness was beginning to get on her nerves. He was babysitting her. She was a pregnant woman, not a baby!
Fine, she would endure. Yes, endure Cecil. A few months more and you'll be free from this ordeal. She encouraged herself.
"Fine," She sighed, placing the device by the side of the couch and leaned her head back.
"You're not happy," Erald detected with a frown. He had been careful enough to treat her well and observe the rules and regulations Reina and Niklaus gave him as well. Has he done anyone wrong?
"What is it?" He pressed, "Talk to , Cecil,"
Cecil turned her gaze on him, "I'm bored,"
"Bored?"
"I can't work. I can't play gas. I can't even watch movies. And I'm tired of sleeping plus the fact that excess sleeping would make fat. So tell , Erald, if you were in my shoes, wouldn't you be irritated?" she questioned him sternly.
Erald scratched his head, what was he going to do? His wife was upset? Then he asked cautiously, "What do you want to do then?"
"Well," Cecil threw her hands up, "I don't know. Most of the things I want to do are marked red by you,"
Erald felt guilty, had he overdone his duty, "So there's anything that can keep you entertained?" he wanted to be sure before he relaxed the rules.
"Yes, there is nothing...." Cecil faltered at once as an idea hit her like a flashbulb. Her lips tugged to the side with a delighted glint in her eyes, "There's indeed sothing,".
Erald shivered, hoping to God he wasn't going to regret this - he knew that look in her eyes. Well, this was for his wife and the sake of his kid. He would make a great sacrifice.
"Follow ," Cecil stood, grabbed his hand, and dragged him to his feet before he could even obey the order.
Although he was hesitant about this surprise of hers, the smile on Cecil's face made him content. That was all he wanted, for her to be happy. And like a lamb to the sacrifice, he followed her. Willingly. Yes, a willing sacrifice.
Erald was surprised when she led him to her creation room - yeah, the room she had never let him enter. Art attuned, Cecil loved all of her creations and treated them like her babies - Pedro doesn't even touch them unless she permits him. So one could imagine how happy Erald was after she finally let him in. That ant a lot to him -Cecil trusted him.
"Be careful," Cecil warned him, "So things are fragile,"
"No problem," Erald accepted obediently, almost to the point of giving her a salute, "Sir yes sir!"
The very spacious room was a mix of everything ranging from an art studio to a photo studio to a dressing room. There was a walk-in closet at the far end of the room and that was where Cecil led him into.
"I make clothes for n as well," Cecil kept him inford as she walked into the room full of all manner of apparel - it could easily pass as a private boutique.
Erald followed her, having an inking where this was heading to. Fine, it was for the greater good.
"What we are going to do right now is that...." Camille went through the racks of clothes, "You are going to model my clothes while I take pictures. Sounds exciting, right?" She couldn't wait to begin.
And just like that, Erald went through the past thirty minutes searching for the perfect outfit with his partner and when they found one, he went through the tortures of makeup. Yeah, you heard him right, make-up.
Throughout his entire life, Erald had only makeup two tis in his entire life. The first ti was during his birthday and the second ti was right now.
"My God, you're so handso," Cecil chuckled, applying the last layer of white mascara on top of his eyelid.
Handso? That wasn't his opinion. Honestly, Erald didn't know what he looked like right now. He simply looked hilarious.
"Alright, the the for this photoshoot is a white swan,"
"I know," Erald said. His absurd costu made it pretty obvious. He was wearing an unzipped white vest with white long ruffled trousers with feathers. This was fashion? Who wears this? Erald couldn't help but wonder. This was simply outrageous.
"That design is so last season but don't worry, with your handso face, I'm sure you would make the cloth co alive," Cecil told him while Erald tactically checked his face in the mirror. Was he that handso?
"White swan is a huge contrast to your brooding dark personality but I'm sure you can bring out the innocence of the legendary white swan," Cecil said to him.
Erald raised his hand like a student during class, "What are you going to do with the pictures afterward?"
"What I'm going to do with the pictures?" She gave him the look as if he just asked the most ridiculous question on earth, "Of course, I'm going to post it on my social dia handles,"
Erald gulped. No, the lump stuck in his throat. This was not good. Over the years, he has built a great terrifying reputation that n thought twice before crossing him. But then, his "reaper" reputation would crumble into dust as soon as his subordinates and enemies saw that. Wonderful.
Cecil went on without even noticing the war waging inside of Erald, "We are getting married soon and I'm a brand influencer. The world has to know about my soon-to-be husband," She turned to him, "By the way, why do you ask?"
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