Mr. Law's Official Announcement: He is a Wife-Doting Fanatic!

Rosalind White naturally had a lovely face, delicate and graceful, but no one expected her figure to be so voluptuous, a slight bend of her body was simply overwhelming.

Her face was angelic, her body devilish, with an innocence that carried a hint of unaware sensuality.

Many onlookers couldn’t take their eyes off her, involuntarily glancing at Rosalind White’s well-defined curves.

...

Cecilia Vaughn saw Adrian Law standing right in front of Rosalind White, and her eyebrows twitched with anger.

She reached out and pinched Adrian Law’s arm.

"Don’t look."

The man looked at her with a teasing smile.

"Look at what?"

Cecilia Vaughn was at a loss seeing his innocent expression, though... alright, Adrian indeed wasn’t looking at Rosalind White’s chest, but she couldn’t help feeling annoyed inside.

Just as Cecilia’s cheeks puffed up in anger, Adrian curved his lips into a doting smile, gently holding Cecilia’s hand, his voice deep and magnetic.

"Silly girl, even if I were to look, I’d only look at you."

His lady was the most beautiful flower in his heart; amidst the vast sea of people, he only sought her. As for any other woman, what did they mean to him?

...

Rosalind White didn’t expect that despite lowering herself so much, Adrian Law’s gaze remained fixed on Cecilia Vaughn, while she was being ogled by unrelated passersby. A sense of grievance surged in her heart.

She had no choice but to straighten up and shield herself with a float.

"Adrian... can’t you really teach me to swim?"

Yet Adrian Law was unmoved, turning his head indifferently, his voice unruffled.

"I didn’t bring swimwear, find someone else."

"..."

Rosalind White was furious that Adrian Law didn’t even try to come up with a better excuse. She gritted her teeth, her fingers digging into her palm, almost drawing blood.

"Adrian, it’s okay if you didn’t bring swimwear, they sell men’s swim trunks nearby. I just want to learn to float in the shallow area; it won’t take much of your time. My swimming skills aren’t great, what if I drown in the sea?"

Rosalind’s plea was pitiful, her beautiful face pale, arousing sympathy.

Yet Adrian didn’t twitch a muscle, clearly treating Rosalind as if she were air.

At this moment, a rather plain-looking young man with a thick gold chain around his neck swaggered over, addressing Rosalind in a sleazy manner.

"Miss, since that man is oblivious, why don’t I teach you? I’m quite good at swimming; floating is a piece of cake. Don’t worry, I’ll give you close guidance until you learn."

When he mentioned ’close guidance,’ the man gave a lewd smile, his sinister gaze roving over Rosalind’s bikini-clad figure as if she weren’t wearing anything.

...

Rosalind never expected that even unrelated passersby would dare to take liberties with her. Although merely the daughter of the Law Family’s servant, being Adrian Law’s lifesaver’s daughter afforded her nearly the same treatment as Nancy Law, the legitimate young lady.

Rosalind was pleasant to Adrian Law, but seeing such shameless lechers made her furious. She pointed at the man with the thick gold chain in anger.

"Where did you come from? Who said Adrian wouldn’t teach me to swim! Who needs you!"

The man with the thick gold chain hadn’t expected Rosalind, who seemed gentle and soft, would extend a finger and speak with such severity.

This man was clearly a local bully, unable to tolerate such disdain, and immediately called over a group of lackeys.

"You dare look down on me? Do you know who I am? I’m the district chief’s nephew from the east side of Isle Circlet. Believe it or not, I can detain your ID today, making things difficult for you!"

"Hah! Dog reliant on its master!"

Rosalind didn’t hold any regard for such a district chief’s nephew. She snorted coldly through her nose, but seeing those burly men coming towards her, she was frightened and hid behind Adrian Law.

"Adrian, save me."

Adrian Law frowned, clearly not eager to protect her.

However, since Rosalind was still associated with the Law Family, if she got bullied by these local thugs here, it would be a disgrace to the Law Family.

Adrian considered letting Rosalind suffer a bit first, then dealing with those people based on the situation.

...

At first, the man with the thick gold chain didn’t pay much attention to Adrian Law, but noticing Rosalind constantly hiding behind him, he became furious.

"Damn! Trying to snatch a woman from me! How shameless can you be!"

Upon seeing Cecilia Vaughn beside Adrian, the greasy district chief’s nephew perked up even more.

"What a pretty lady, you’re like a twin with that bikini-wearing woman just now! Just my luck, I needed a pair of twin beauties to serve me!"

The man with the thick gold chain arrogantly tilted his head, sneering at Adrian Law and Zion Prescott, clearly disdainful of these handsome men.

"Beauty, what’s so good about this pretty boy? Just because he’s a little more handsome? Come with me, and you’ll live a high life, and I’ll even give each of you a villa!"

...

Cecilia Vaughn found the man’s lustful face amusing.

She smiled sweetly, holding onto Adrian Law’s arm, and winked subtly at the man with the thick gold chain.

"A villa? Is it a sea view one?"

The man with the thick gold chain was momentarily stunned, not expecting Cecilia to be so direct, but with a beauty seemingly interested, he was overjoyed.

"A sea view villa is possible! As long as you serve me to satisfaction!"

Adrian Law narrowed his eyes, unsure of what Cecilia was planning. Seeing the thug’s sinister gaze, his expression turned cold, freezing the air around.

"You dare glare at me! Do you know who Barton Lynch is? Just a cough from me on Isle Circlet, and you’ll tremble!"

The man with the thick gold chain took a shiver at Adrian Law’s intimidating stare, but recalling it was his turf, he wasn’t afraid and stood firm.

"Adrian..."

Cecilia smiled and stood in front of Adrian, signaling him to stay calm.

"Um... Mr. Barton Lynch, you said a sea view villa, right? Can you transfer the money to my account first? Two million, it’s not much, right?"

"How greedy can you be! We haven’t even begun yet! Even my uncle’s mistress wasn’t like that, she only asked for a small apartment in Azure Gardens!"

The man with the thick gold chain’s eyes widened, about to curse.

However, Adrian twisted Barton’s arm instead.

"Zion, did you record all that? Hand it to the police and judiciary."