Chapter 507: Mmm... Don’t Touch...
Adrian Law went to park the car, and just as Cecilia Vaughn was about to take out the invitation for security check, a soft, surprised male voice suddenly came from behind her.
"Classmate Vaughn, did you get invited to the auction too?"
Cecilia turned around in astonishment, following the direction of the voice, her eyes quickly locking onto a mixed-race young man two meters away.
His eyes were slender, with a charming and profound look, and because of a faint smile revealing his little canine teeth, it dissipated some of the inexplicable gloom surrounding him.
It was none other than Stellerton University’s heartthrob, Sean Grant.
...
Ever since the tragic incident on Isle of Whispers involving Chloe Alden’s death, after Cecilia returned to her home country, she rarely saw Sean Grant in the art department.
After all, someone as extraordinarily handsome as he is suddenly not appearing, it’s quite noticeable.
Upon hearing the gossip from her deskmate Bella Prescott, Cecilia learned that as an exchange student, Sean Grant had a slightly different credit system from theirs, including different class hours. Sean Grant could choose some alternative options to compensate for credits, so he had already completed his credits for the semester; attending classes was just a matter of personal interest.
...
At Stellerton University, aside from her deskmate Bella Prescott, Cecilia had some good feelings towards Sean Grant too. She gave a faint smile, lightly nodding towards Sean Grant.
"Hello, Classmate Grant."
Seeing Sean Grant in a motorcycle outfit, Cecilia blinked in surprise.
"Did you just come over from a motorcycle race?"
"Yes."
Sean Grant nodded slightly, glancing over Cecilia’s outfit today which differed from her usual style. In his glassy eyes, a rare hint of sincere admiration appeared.
"That coat looks good on you."
Normally, Cecilia’s attire appeared slightly mature, considering she was the chairwoman of Radiant Group. Even though her attendance at the company was halved, she tried to dress like a professional elite woman.
But today, she looked lively and soft, like a little white rabbit, waiting to be seized.
In her pure and adorable appearance, it easily stirred a man’s inner destructive and possessive desires.
Sean Grant’s gaze followed the two white fluffy balls drooping from Cecilia’s coat, finally landing on her slender swan-like neck.
His eyes inexplicably darkened.
...
"This was chosen by my husband for me... Classmate Grant, in saying so, you’re complimenting Adrian’s taste as well."
Cecilia slowly smiled, the curve of her lips expanding like a summer blossom.
Sean Grant’s eyes instantly turned cold upon hearing Cecilia mentioning her husband repeatedly.
Just then, a steady and magnetic male voice echoed in the air.
"Cecilia, come over here."
Cecilia was startled for a moment, then politely nodded at Sean Grant before quickly heading to Adrian Law.
"Adrian~"
Calling out her beloved’s name, her tone unconsciously became much lighter, matching her outfit today, making her seem like a high school student of seventeen or eighteen.
Of course, Sean Grant noticed it too, and his glassy eyes squinted slightly, growing more inscrutable.
...
Seeing Sean Grant’s gaze, Adrian Law provocatively returned it, placing his hand possessively around his young wife’s waist.
"Cecilia, don’t talk to random people anymore."
Cecilia exasperatedly curled her lips.
"Hey, who just overturned ten years of old vinegar? The sourness is overwhelming. Alright, I merely discussed today’s outfit with Classmate Grant, and he even praised your good taste in choosing clothes!"
Although, when Sean Grant said it, he didn’t know who selected the outfit.
...
"Really?"
Adrian Law raised his eyes thoughtfully and swiftly pecked Cecilia on the cheek.
"Cecilia, I have even better taste in choosing a woman."
Adrian Law’s voice was neither loud nor soft, but each word was powerful, as if announcing sovereignty to others.
And... it was enough for Sean Grant, not too far away, to hear.
Oh, how childish Tripp Law is! Simply immature!
"..." Cecilia’s lips twitched in exasperation once more.
Noticing many people looking their way, an inexplicable embarrassment flared in her heart, and she bashfully wrapped her arm around Adrian Law’s.
"Alright, alright, I chose well too. Let’s stop with the self-praise. It’s windy here, Adrian, let’s go inside."
"Okay."
...
The auction hall was a high-end auditorium in Stellerton, traditionally used for state banquets, showing the vastness of the place where seating was available on the first, second, and third floors. Cecilia Vaughn and Adrian Law were VIP guests in a private suite on the third floor.
Compared to the public gallery’s entrance tickets, the private suite tickets were even harder to come by. Without Felix Lockwood setting aside a few for Adrian, he would have had to put in quite some effort to secure one.
"Sir, Ma’am, please follow me."
Cecilia Vaughn and Adrian Law entered the inner chamber and upon seeing the fresh fruit assortment and the extremely spacious LCD screen, Cecilia couldn’t help but sigh.
"It’s such a waste to use this place as an auction venue. I think it’s perfect for private movie screenings."
"..."
Private movie screenings?
A place fit for state banquets, and only Cecilia could think of that.
Adrian Law chuckled, shaking his head, and handed Cecilia a small piece of dragon fruit on a fork: "Cecilia, would you like some fruit?"
Cecilia was just about to obediently take a bite when suddenly, the man pressed her down onto the sofa.
In shock, the piece of dragon fruit slid into Cecilia’s mouth, and the man smiled slyly.
"I want to try some too."
Saying so, Adrian Law captured the girl’s jaw, his nimble tongue eagerly exploring, the sound of their kiss causing one’s ears to burn and heart to race.
"Enough... there’s plenty on the fruit platter, and you’re taking mine..."
"Yours tastes better."
The man’s meaningful words made Cecilia’s face flush even redder.
At that moment, it was hard to tell whether the fruit tasted better or the soft girl beneath him was more delectable.
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Cecilia, barely able to catch her breath from the kiss, seemed like a helpless little snow rabbit wrapped in her ivory-white rabbit fur coat, fueling Adrian Law’s ever-stronger advances.
Cecilia could only passively let him entangle her, their tongues entwined, her mouth full of his intense masculine scent, making her legs go weak.
"Mmm... don’t touch... stop... a service person might come in."
"They won’t... They wouldn’t dare come in, and even if they do, they would knock..."
Adrian Law gently coaxed her in a low voice, looking at her flushed face from the kiss, thinking of Sean Grant encountered at the auction entrance, his possessiveness grew stronger.
"Cecilia, you are mine."
He reached out, deftly untying the bow at the back of Cecilia’s inner garment...