Chapter 286

He towered over her; Cecilia stood before the bed, yet still had to tilt her head upwards to fully see Alston's expression. Cecilia's eyelashes were distinct, her delicate face showing traces of puzzlement. Alston, consumed by anger and embarrassment, spat out, "Do whatever you want!" He couldn't believe it—could Cecilia, a woman whose thoughts only revolved around herself, have ulterior motives for making him breakfast at this hour? Alston stormed out, slamming the door behind him, circling the vast Baycrest Manor several times before returning, perspiring lightly. As he stepped into the living room, a faint aroma of congee wafted towards him. Alston furrowed his brow, heading straight upstairs to freshen up and change clothes. Cecilia had already set the meal on the dining table, Gladys awake and seated, enjoying her scrambled eggs. Upon seeing Alston, Gladys' eyes brightened. "Daddy, when I left the room, I neatly folded the blankets, and I didn't touch the dolls or the little skirt