Chapter 427: The Gift Adrian Wants
Cecilia Vaughn’s lips curved into a pleasant arc, yet her smile grew increasingly cold.
The chill in her eyes was almost enough to pierce through a person’s heart.
"Before you deal with Morning Glory, let me ask, was that whip you lashed on Adrian’s black horse during the race really an accident?"
Tyson Law’s face suddenly changed color.
"Cecilia, what do you mean by that, are you questioning my intentions towards my brother?"
Cecilia Vaughn calmly smoothed her sleeve, her expression as transparent as crystal-clear water.
"I never said that."
Tyson Law’s face alternated between green and white, unable to grasp what Cecilia Vaughn was implying.
Losing this race was already humiliating enough, and now Cecilia Vaughn was questioning him, making Tyson Law clench his molars tightly.
"Cecilia Vaughn, believe it or not, it was all because of that disobedient horse, Morning Glory, which drove me to such rage that I mistakenly whipped without knowing the direction."
...
"So it’s all Morning Glory’s fault?"
It turns out that men like Tyson Law, irresponsible scoundrels, always find something else to blame when accidents occur.
Just like back then when Tyson Law chose to betray Fiona Vaughn, saying it was because Cecilia Vaughn was clueless and rigid as a log.
And now, even a poor horse had to bear the responsibility for Tyson Law.
...
Recalling past events, a cold smile crept up the corners of Cecilia Vaughn’s lips.
"Ha, you’re truly a stand-up man."
The double-edged nature of the words caused Tyson Law’s face to burn with embarrassment, especially with Cecilia Vaughn’s enigmatic mocking smile, making him feel utterly exposed.
"Cecilia, you’re definitely misunderstanding me, I was just panicked and..."
Tyson Law wanted to find more excuses for himself, but Cecilia Vaughn didn’t spare him a glance, rather, she turned her compassionate gaze towards Morning Glory, being led by the racetrack manager.
As a renowned stallion in Stellerton’s equestrian club, Morning Glory, even if not comparable to Thundercloud, was one in a thousand.
However, at that moment, the beautiful white horse slumped like a wilting frost flower, bloodstained and gaping wounds running along its sleek white coat, utterly horrifying.
"The horse is mine now."
???
Tyson Law was momentarily taken aback, yet to comprehend what Cecilia Vaughn meant when he saw her leading the battered white horse directly towards the veterinarian.
After a moment, Tyson Law realized Cecilia Vaughn intended to exchange ownership of Morning Glory to waive responsibility for his earlier intentional whipping.
...
Tyson Law gritted his teeth, a peculiar bitterness spreading through his heart.
However, Cecilia Vaughn had already walked far with Morning Glory.
She quietly consulted with the veterinarian.
"Can this white horse be saved? Its whip wounds are severe; can it be treated quickly?"
Before the veterinarian could respond, the racetrack manager, always opportunistic, nodded and bowed to Cecilia Vaughn.
"Alright, Miss Vaughn, you needn’t worry about Morning Glory. We will take good care of it."
"From now on, do not lease this horse out again; it belongs to me."
"Okay, okay! Miss Vaughn, shall we calculate the price of Morning Glory for you? It is..."
"No need to calculate, just charge it to my account."
Cecilia Vaughn cast a detached glance at the person, then gently reached out, avoiding Morning Glory’s wounds, tenderly brushing its beautiful white mane.
"There there... it might hurt a bit when the medicine is applied, but it’ll be fine afterward."
Cecilia Vaughn blinked, her lips near the horse’s ear, her voice as light as a whispered monologue.
"From now on, no one will bully you again..."
No one knew if the beautiful white horse understood Cecilia Vaughn’s reassurance, but it suddenly lowered its head and gently nuzzled Cecilia Vaughn’s palm with its large head.
"Huff——"
Morning Glory made a soft whimper, not out of anger, but a weak lament and attachment.
Seeing the tears in the horse’s big eyes, the softest part of Cecilia Vaughn’s heart seemed to quiver.
It was poignant and painful.
She felt as if she could see her own shadow—once weak and mistreated—reflected in the horse.
A kind person is bullied; a good horse is ridden.
Morning Glory was a good horse, nearly slaughtered by a heartless scoundrel like Tyson Law.
...
After settling Morning Glory’s arrangements, Cecilia Vaughn went to the betting stand amongst the spectators.
Many had bet on Tyson Law to win and lost everything, while Cecilia Vaughn was the only one who bet on Adrian Law to win.
At the odds of 5 to 1, Cecilia Vaughn won fifty thousand dollars from her ten-thousand-dollar bet.
However, she decided to use the winnings for Morning Glory’s treatment.
...
Not long after, Adrian Law finally returned, having changed clothes.
Cecilia Vaughn saw Adrian Law in his suit jacket and couldn’t help but smile.
Adrian Law noticed her crescent-moon shaped eyes and bent down, gently pinching the girl’s nose.
"What are you so happy about?"
"Thinking of you."
Cecilia Vaughn playfully grinned, then pulled the pink diamond ring from her pocket and thrust it into Adrian Law’s palm.
"Adrian, you gave me a red diamond, shall I return the gesture with a pink one?"
"..."
Adrian Law was momentarily speechless.
He couldn’t help but stroke the girl’s temple with amusement: "Cecilia, that’s a woman’s ring..."
"It can be resized."
"You little penny-pincher, you’re not just trying to dodge giving me a victory gift with Fiona Vaughn’s ladies’ ring, are you?"
"... Hey, that ring is valuable, alright?"
Cecilia Vaughn was originally teasing Adrian Law, but seeing his lack of interest, she finally sheepishly put the ring away.
"Alright, alright, I’ll return the favor with a fitting colored diamond one day, okay? For now, I’ll give this pink one to Mona Summers; she always loves shiny things."
"Alright, whatever my lady wishes."
The two of them casually disposed of the pink diamond as if it were a piece of garbage, which made Fiona Vaughn nearly roll her eyes.
Yet no matter what, all she could do was watch.
...
Cecilia Vaughn was action-oriented and immediately ran over to give the ring to Mona Summers, who was so moved she almost cried—who wouldn’t be ecstatic picking up a pink diamond worth millions!
After giving away the ring, Cecilia Vaughn returned home with Adrian Law.
Yet upon arriving at the private underground garage at Starfall Bay, Adrian Law suddenly locked the car door.
"Adrian, what’s wrong?"
The girl looked up in surprise, only to find Adrian Law lifting her face, his body pressing down on hers, his breath startlingly hot.
"Cecilia, as the winner, can I open the gift I want?"
What gift?
Cecilia Vaughn looked utterly baffled.
The man’s eyes were hazy and dangerous, and before the girl could respond, he fiercely captured her lips...