Chapter 431: Adrian Law—Just Playing Along
Cecilia Vaughn never thought Adrian Law would bully her, but now he’s getting even worse!
The girl’s pupils contracted, and she could only watch helplessly as the man sucked on her ear, a ticklish sensation that was almost unbearable...
"Cecilia, have you never heard the saying, ’Women love bad men’?"
What a load of crap!
Cecilia tried hard to keep her eyes wide open, attempting to look more awake and rational.
"No way... I only like men who treat me well."
"So you think I don’t treat you well enough, hmm?"
The man pressed down heavily, their bodies close and tight together, making Cecilia’s cheeks heat up so much she felt like steam would come out.
"You’re shameless..."
Cecilia was thin-skinned; facing Adrian Law over and over, that was the strongest thing she could muster.
"When it comes to the woman I love, what’s ’shame’ anyway?"
Adrian Law’s confident tone utterly defeated Cecilia.
The sunroof was open.
The lights in the underground garage shone so bright it was like daytime; Cecilia had never felt so wild before.
She was involuntarily enchanted by this man; all sense and restraint had been tossed away.
"Only once..."
Cecilia’s cheeks flushed, her petite body nestled in the man’s arms, letting him demand from her whatever he wanted.
Adrian Law let out a low laugh.
"Alright, just once."
...
The next day, the sun was already shining on her face before Cecilia finally woke up groggily.
Feeling a dull ache in her waist, Cecilia could only grit her teeth.
—If men were reliable, pigs would climb trees!
Cecilia finally understood what "just once" meant coming from a man.
—She was completely exhausted, but Adrian Law seemed full of energy the entire time.
In that sports car, Adrian Law had indeed only gone ’once’.
But...
But...
Cecilia could barely dare recall any further.
—A man who’s not satisfied is more dangerous than a beast; at that moment, Cecilia thought she’d be spared, but Adrian Law wasn’t done, he grabbed his big dress shirt and draped it over her.
Then he carried her straight to the elevator, and Cecilia hadn’t even fixed her clothes, almost screamed out of fear.
Adrian, are you nuts?
But Adrian Law, that sly fox, just smiled gently, telling her that he’d already switched off the elevator’s cameras.
Then he teased her, asking if she was so nervous because she was afraid he’d do something in the elevator.
Cecilia wouldn’t dare admit what she was thinking, and in the elevator, he actually didn’t misbehave.
But the moment they stepped into the Starfall Bay Villa, the man couldn’t hold back any longer—so much for being icy and refined, it was all an act.
He pinned her in the entryway, and then onto the floor.
His long fingers slid over Cecilia’s collarbone through the thin shirt, barely there, and traced their way downward.
Cecilia had just barely finished one round of passion, and now that Adrian was teasing her again, her body quickly turned to mush.
Her cheeks were blazing hot, and Adrian Law just wouldn’t let her go, making a mess with her in the living room again.
They even broke a decorative piece, but thankfully no one got hurt.
Even so, the wild fire between them didn’t fade—it burned brighter than ever.
In the end, that luxurious Persian rug in the living room, who knows its value, ended up completely ruined between the two of them, filthy and messy beyond belief.
...
Now, thinking back, Cecilia couldn’t decide if she should resent Adrian Law for being so out of control, or herself for having no principles.
Why did she feel like she’d lost all dignity?
Cecilia sighed to the heavens, even more embarrassed and annoyed, when suddenly she saw a tall figure leaning lazily in the doorway, watching her.
"Cecilia, is that look on your face because you weren’t satisfied yesterday?"
"Satisfied my ass!"
Cecilia was livid, wondering how Adrian Law could say such infuriating things with that cold, noble face of his.
Thinking it, she acted on it, too.
She grabbed a soft throw pillow and whipped it at Adrian Law.
Adrian Law was quick, catching the pillow in a flash, casually setting it aside, arms folded, looking suave and elegant as ever.
"Cecilia, you’re angry?"
"How could I not be?"
Cecilia was so mad she just rolled herself tightly into the covers, leaving only the back of her head facing Adrian Law.
"What about our Persian rug in the living room? After all that mess—no way we’re just sending it out to be cleaned right..."
"Threw it out."
Adrian Law spoke lightly, the two short words sounding almost heavenly.
But in Cecilia’s ears, it only drove her crazy.
"Aaaah, you reckless rich boy, do you know how much that thing cost?"
Calling it worth its weight in gold wouldn’t be an exaggeration!
Adrian Law could only chuckle helplessly, stepping closer to Cecilia and gently tapping her smooth forehead.
"Little money-lover, if you like it, I’ll buy you ten more."
"╭(╯^╰)╮, did you forget you promised all your money would be managed by me? Using my own money to spoil me, not happy!"
Guess that’s true...
Adrian Law paused, then deliberately leaned closer, grabbing Cecilia’s hand and dropping a kiss on it, lowering his voice to ask:
"Then, Your Majesty, since I’m penniless now, how about I sell myself to repay you?"
"..."
How could there be someone so shamelessly bold in this world!
Cecilia was stunned by Adrian’s words.
Her breathing trembled, but she was under his spell and didn’t dare challenge him further, worried he’d devour her whole. She stopped arguing with Adrian Law.
The girl gave him a pretty roll of her eyes.
"Rejected! Her Majesty is hungry. Any imperial banquet available?"
"As long as you want it, you’ll have it."
The man tapped Cecilia’s nose and suddenly scooped her up around the waist, carrying her off to get washed up.
...
Love was burning hot in Starfall Bay, but meanwhile, at an office of The Law Group, Fiona Vaughn was so furious at Tyson Law that her cheeks turned pale.
"Tyson, what are you saying? For the yacht wedding, you’ll just use that old white diamond ring? I’ve already shown off my pink diamond on Weibo, are you going to make me a laughingstock?"
"Who told you to bet against Cecilia? Otherwise, you wouldn’t have lost the pink diamond."
Tyson Law glanced at his still-healing left leg, feeling angry and irritable, and Fiona Vaughn annoyed him even more.
Fiona was all about appearances; she was both aggrieved and furious, but Tyson Law had no patience to comfort her, so she just had to swallow her anger.
—If Adrian Law were the groom, losing the pink diamond would be losing it, but no way he’d let Cecilia Vaughn be wronged at her own wedding! Why was Tyson Law so useless!
Just as Fiona Vaughn was about to kick the glass door in frustration, gossiping voices echoed from the corner.
"Hey, President Law’s love for his wife is trending! Did you see the video of President Law’s horse-riding contest? Seriously so handsome!"
"So jealous of Cecilia Vaughn! Hey, Miss Fiona’s got a century cruise wedding coming up, but somehow it still feels like Cecilia and President Law are the real love story."
Getting dragged down by strangers’ comparisons, Fiona was so gloomy she nearly burst out yelling!
But suddenly, a girl’s gossip caught her attention.
"Oh, come on! Marrying into a wealthy family, who knows if it’s true love or just a show! Otherwise, why no wedding?"
"Apparently, Eldest Miss Vaughn married President Law by signing a contract! Totally a fake marriage, not even taking a penny, she paid instead! The contract’s said to be in President Law’s office!"