Chapter 382: Don’t Be Too Arrogant
Cecilia Vaughn glanced back and her eyes were captured by an unparalleled handsome face.
The man gently pulled her into his arms, the subtle fragrance of bamboo wafted into her nose, more refreshing than the most elegant woody scent from Dior.
"Cecilia, are you very disappointed?"
Cecilia Vaughn silently tightened her grip on the other person’s hand, a touch of melancholy unwittingly in her voice.
"Adrian, I actually don’t know whether to say I’m disappointed or surprised. In fact, a long time ago, I wanted to bring Fiona Vaughn to justice, but I didn’t expect she could persuade her mother to take the fall for her and go to prison instead."
Adrian Law, upon hearing this, squinted his obsidian eyes slightly, which made him seem somewhat inscrutable.
"Cecilia, if you need, I can cement Fiona Vaughn’s crime and ensure she goes to prison."
The man’s voice was as cold as frost that seeps into the bones in winter, almost devoid of any human emotion.
At first, Cecilia Vaughn didn’t understand what Adrian Law meant, but after thinking for half a second, she understood his deeper meaning.
She stared at Adrian Law in a bit of a daze, her voice turning chillingly frightened.
"Adrian, you’re not saying to fabricate evidence and have Fiona arrested, are you?"
How could that be right?
Cecilia Vaughn’s heart grew more and more tense, even her fingers gently clasped together unconsciously.
...
Seeing the girl’s bewildered expression, Adrian Law placed his hand on Cecilia Vaughn’s shoulder, making her look directly into his eyes.
"Cecilia, how can you call it fabricating evidence? At most, it would let Fiona Vaughn receive the punishment she deserves, it’s merely her own doing!"
"No..."
Cecilia Vaughn had never seen such a cold Adrian Law before. He was clearly speaking words of concern, but every word carried a chilling indifference.
Such acts, overstepping the boundaries of law, were not something Cecilia Vaughn could accept at that moment.
Goosebumps slowly appeared on the shoulders gripped by the man.
Cecilia Vaughn gradually released the man’s hand that was holding her.
She resolutely shook her head, her voice was not high, but firm and resonant.
"Adrian, I don’t want to defeat my enemy using non-existent evidence."
"If I did this, what difference would there be between me and Fiona Vaughn?"
No one knows how desperate and fearful Cecilia Vaughn was when she was falsely accused of having an affair with Young Master Trent three years ago.
...
Life is too short, but a gentleman knows what ought to be done and what should not be done. Cecilia Vaughn considers herself not a gentleman, just a simple woman.
But to choose fabrication to send Fiona Vaughn to prison would already betray the original intent of things, departing from true revenge.
Seeing the determined attitude of his young wife, Adrian Law pressed his thin lips together, a hint of deep thought flashing in his shadowy eyes.
He sighed softly, pulling the girl into his embrace with such force as if trying to meld her into his bones.
"Cecilia, you are just too kind."
Adrian Law appreciated this trait in Cecilia Vaughn but at times couldn’t help feeling troubled by it.
—But don’t worry, I’ll always stand behind you.
He’s no saint. Ever since taking command of the Law Group, how many dirty, ugly things has he not faced?
If needed, Adrian Law would unhesitatingly choose to undertake this burden for Cecilia Vaughn.
And she would never need to know about it.
...
Cecilia Vaughn quietly rested her head on the man’s chest, listening to his strong and steady heartbeat, a smile gradually forming at the corners of her mouth.
"It’s not that I’m kind to Fiona Vaughn, but I want to maintain my own principles."
"Being kind to your enemy is being cruel to yourself, I understand this, but Fiona Vaughn will eventually face her own downfall, Adrian, I don’t want you to dirty your hands for such a person."
Saying this, Cecilia Vaughn playfully smiled and wrapped her hand around his strong arm.
"Alright, alright, I’m not that generous. Anyway, at the end of this month, Fiona Vaughn and your bargain-basement brother are getting married, and even if the child is Tyson Law’s, no man can accept wearing a green hat, right? By that time, let them fight among themselves!"
However, no matter what, Cecilia Vaughn was indeed impressed by how Fiona Vaughn could convince Florence Warner to insist on holding the wedding as scheduled.
Fiona Vaughn was about to send her own mother to prison to serve her sentence and could still calmly hold a wedding!
The scariest part is, it’s all under the guise of not betraying motherly love!
Just thinking about it could give one goosebumps.
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Since Cecilia Vaughn had made up her mind, Adrian Law found it unnecessary to force her to change it.
To Adrian Law, Fiona Vaughn was ultimately nothing more than a third-rate clown, not someone worth spoiling his young wife’s mood over.
The man smiled warmly, his long narrow eyes steadily gazing at Cecilia Vaughn.
"Cecilia, let’s not talk about these upsetting people. Have you thought about what you want for lunch?"
"I’ve learned some spicy dishes with the chef at Splendid Pavilion, like spicy rabbit head, boiled beef, and spicy vermicelli crab, and you can try them all."
Actually, Adrian Law never eats spicy food, but to cater to Cecilia Vaughn’s dietary preferences, every time he cooked, he would make at least one or two spicy dishes. As long as Cecilia liked it, he never minded trying it for her.
—Heaven bless the CEO of Law Group is going to Splendid Pavilion’s kitchen to learn cooking.
If others knew, they’d probably be shocked speechless.
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Hearing Adrian Law’s words, Cecilia Vaughn stood up with a cheerful smile,
"I am indeed hungry, but you don’t have to do it."
"Not me?"
Adrian Law was taken aback, his voice tinged with surprise.
"Cecilia, do you perhaps want to go for hotpot?"
With the weather so cold, going out during a snowfall to enjoy authentic Chongqing hotpot had a special appeal.
Seeing Adrian Law misunderstood her meaning, Cecilia Vaughn smiled even more joyfully, placing her delicate fingers lightly on the man’s lips.
"No, dear Mr. Law, since we got married, it seems like you’ve always been the one cooking for me, could you allow this heroine a chance to show her skills?"
Adrian Law frowned instantly upon hearing her response.
"Are you sure... you won’t burn the kitchen down?"
Seeing the deeply skeptical look in the man’s eyes, Cecilia Vaughn couldn’t help but feel a bit deflated!
"Hey, what do you mean by that! Although my cooking might not be as good as yours, those words are really discouraging to one’s confidence!"
"Alright, alright, it’s my arrogance. Anything Cecilia makes, how could it not be delicious?"
Adrian Law smiled helplessly.
"Then I’ll be looking forward to tasting Mrs. Law’s cooking, right?"
"That’s more like it! You’ll finish everything later!"
Cecilia Vaughn smiled, nodded, and confidently pushed the man out of the kitchen, ready to show her skills.