Pampered by My Secret Husband

Chapter 464: Chapter 466: Take me to see Cecilia Branford

The man feigning sleep slowly opened his eyes, revealing a pair of azure orbs, their icy blue depths holding the limpid clarity of glazed crystal.

Lucifer raised a hand to adjust his tie. His thin, crimson lips curved into a subtly bewitching arc. ”It’s time to see my Cecilia Branford.”

The attendant exited the car, respectfully approached the back seat, and opened the door, one hand placed on the car’s roof. ”Master, if you please.”

Lucifer extended his long legs and stepped out of the car.

The butler of Onassis Old Castle, having already been notified, had led the servants out to greet them early.

”Young Master Lucifer, welcome,” the butler greeted with a bow.

The servants also bowed in unison.

Under the sunlight, the smile on Lucifer’s lips grew more wickedly alluring. ”Take me to see Cecilia.”

His tone was light, yet the words left no room for objection.

The butler assented and led Lucifer into the castle, through the front hall, down a long corridor, and to the heavily guarded medical room.

”Young Master Lucifer, Miss Cecilia Branford is gravely injured and still undergoing treatment. The doctor has ordered that no one is permitted to visit,” the butler said with a troubled expression, delicately explaining the reason.

The medical room was equipped with an ICU and various top-tier, internationally acclaimed medical equipment and precision instruments.

Cecilia Branford lay on the sickbed, tubes covering her body, an oxygen mask over her face, utterly motionless.

Her long hair fanned out across the pillow, making her small face appear even more emaciated.

The man, his features as refined as a painting, frowned slightly, the corners of his lips lifting into a smile that wasn’t quite a smile. ”I want to go in and see.”

”I’m sorry, Young Master Lucifer, but you cannot go in.”

Lucifer’s cold, sharp gaze fell upon the butler, whose head was bowed low. ”And if I insist?”

”...Young Master Lucifer, Miss Branford’s life and health cannot be jeopardized. Please understand.”

”Heh,” Lucifer chuckled softly, his eyes growing colder.

”You may all leave. I wish to observe Cecilia quietly for a while.”

”Yes, Young Master Lucifer.” The butler led the servants away.

Through a glass panel, Lucifer’s piercing gaze thoroughly scrutinized the person lying on the bed.

Where exactly did the problem lie?

Cecilia was still recovering from severe injuries; it was impossible for her to be in Bali Island. Could the information he received be erroneous?

After observing her in silence for a long time, Lucifer turned away, his expression cold and stern. He said to his attendant, ”Let’s go.”

”Yes, Master.”

After watching Lucifer depart, the butler retrieved a handkerchief and wiped the cold sweat from his forehead. He turned and hurried back.

He stood respectfully at the study room entrance and knocked. ”Mister, it’s me.”

”Come in.”

Pushing the door open, the butler slipped inside and promptly closed it behind him.

Inside the study, smoke swirled thickly. A man sat at the desk, backlit by the window, his features obscured in darkness.

”Sir, Young Master Lucifer has left. He didn’t suspect anything.”

”Very good.” The man seemed to smile as he swiveled the boss chair to face the floor-to-ceiling windows.

From this vantage point, one could overlook the entire expanse of scenery at the foot of the mountain.

He watched as the black motorcade on the road leading to the old castle made its way down the mountain.

”Master, is something on your mind?”

In the car, the attendant noticed Lucifer’s somber expression and the trace of melancholy clouding his brow via the rearview mirror.

”Send me the photos of Cecilia in Bali Island from that time.” He needed to see what exactly had gone wrong.

Cecilia was severely injured and had been receiving treatment secretly overseas; even he didn’t know her exact whereabouts.

The news of her presence in Bali Island had been both a shock and a pleasant surprise.