Chapter 361: Three Letters, Six Betrothal Gifts, Ten Miles of Red Bridal Procession
The man extended his arm around Cecilia Vaughn’s shoulders, his voice domineering to the extreme.
"Cecilia, you’re allowed to lean into my arms and be sad for just one minute..."
Cecilia Vaughn was originally somewhat lost in thought, but upon hearing the man’s childish and obsessive words, she couldn’t help but laugh wryly.
She gently punched Adrian Law.
"Hey, who does that? What can you do with one minute? I can’t even manage a few tears."
Moreover, how many of those keyboard warriors out there would actually think they are in the wrong?
She had just removed the scandal paid to be hidden by the sponsor, yet more tests awaited her.
...
As Cecilia Vaughn spoke, her smile gradually turned a bit bitter, along with a deep, unfathomable melancholy.
Everything else could be forgotten except for that old case of murder and imprisonment — an everlasting shame and unhealable scar in her heart.
And now, the whole world knew her most disgraceful past.
...
Cecilia originally thought that Fiona Vaughn and the others would hold back her issues for the sake of their own reputation.
After all, now both she and Fiona were the daughters-in-law of the Law Family and the rape-murder case three years ago was full of suspicions.
Unexpectedly, she underestimated the shamelessness of that mother-daughter pair.
After pondering for a few seconds, Cecilia gently tapped her finger, suddenly realizing why they would choose a method that harmed others a thousand times while damaging themselves eight hundred times.
— That’s right, because she took back all the real estate left by her grandfather and mother, leaving Florence Warner and Gregory Vaughn’s lives much more strained than before.
Seeing they were on the brink of ruin, it’s no wonder they spared no effort in attacking her character, even insinuating that her relationship with Adrian was just a farce.
...
Adrian Law also glanced at Florence Warner’s live stream on his phone, his thin lips slightly pursed, and a hint of dissatisfaction showed on his noble and distinguished face.
"Cecilia, those journalists must be not only lacking intelligence but also lacking perspective if they think you married me because you can’t forget Tyson Law."
Wouldn’t he, the head of The Law Group, be better than Tyson Law?
It’s absurd that one after another, they actually followed Florence Warner’s words, suspecting Cecilia Vaughn married him just to connect with Tyson Law.
The man’s words were domineering and narcissistic, causing Cecilia to chuckle despite herself.
"Yes, yes, my hubby is the best in the world."
"Look, did you see this note?"
When she saw Tripp Law’s childish behavior, Cecilia couldn’t help but shake her phone, showing the affectionate nickname she had written for Adrian Law.
Only then did the man nod in satisfaction, tapping Cecilia’s nose with great contentment.
"Someone who leaves you at your most vulnerable moment is the least trustworthy."
Cecilia Vaughn knew Adrian was referring to the murder case three years ago.
The girl leaned against Adrian Law’s embrace, her eyelashes moistening slightly. She blinked softly, covering the dreariness in her gaze.
"Adrian, you’re right. At that engagement banquet, I was trapped in the dressing room by Young Master Trent, and no one shared the fear in my heart."
"Later in court, and even in prison, Tyson never came to see me once."
Her gentle tone gradually turned as cold as a blade.
"That man... he’s just a coward, not even one-tenth of you."
A glimmer of sorrow passed over Adrian Law’s noble and handsome face, as he tenderly yet dominantly embraced the girl’s frail shoulders and nodded.
"Cecilia, do you understand now? There are too many bad people in this world, only your husband is truly worth trusting."
Like an old woman selling melons and praising oneself...
Cecilia Vaughn pretended to be overwhelmed, raising goosebumps all over her body.
"Hey... I don’t accept this opportunistic sales pitch!"
— It was only in this moment while leaning in the man’s arms that the unique warmth of Adrian Law pierced through all her tough masks.
She could stand up bravely to protect others, but she also wanted to be someone who was protected.
This isn’t contradictory.
Because knowing there’s someone who cares about you, loves you, is sweeter than anything else.
...
The previously heavy atmosphere dissipated completely.
After all, her most disgraceful incident has been exposed, and now nothing could be scarier than that.
...
The two returned to Starfall Bay.
On a whim, Cecilia Vaughn picked up a rosy apple from the dining table, and then took out a small knife, raising her lips arrogantly at Adrian Law.
"In appreciation of your timely rescue today, I will perform a little magic for you, transforming it into a star."
"You know magic?"
The man raised his eyebrows, appearing highly skeptical.
Cecilia Vaughn bared her teeth slightly, retorting defiantly.
"How hard can it be?"
The knife in Cecilia’s hand swiftly sliced horizontally, splitting the apple in two.
"Look, isn’t that a star? Here, Mr. Law, this is for you~"
The man received the half apple Cecilia Vaughn handed over, slightly dazed. Sure enough, by cutting it horizontally, the core perfectly formed a pentagram.
"This magic really lacks skill, my dear Mrs., is my heroic rescue in your heart worth only this much?"
Cecilia Vaughn beamed proudly.
"Alright, if half an apple isn’t enough, let me add a penny — now that’s sincerity."
Adrian Law: "..."
The man chuckled, reaching out to gently tuck a stray lock of hair behind the girl’s ear: "Oh you... well, you always were the one to overpay."
Overpay?
Who overpays?
Cecilia Vaughn froze for a moment, suddenly reminded by Adrian Law of something important.
"Right! In aristocratic families historically, shouldn’t marriage involve full ceremonies and lavish bridal gifts? It’s such a loss marrying you, where’s the dowry?"
She set down the apple, raising her two empty hands with a smile.
But Adrian Law merely smiled without a word, and after a few seconds, leaned in to whisper softly in Cecilia Vaughn’s ear.
"Realizing it now? Unfortunately, the marriage certificate is already issued, too late."
...
As they laughed and bantered, suddenly, Cecilia Vaughn’s phone lit up with a message from the Radiant Group’s public relations team.
— BOSS, we found the original post exposing your private life scandals. The IP address shows it’s from a hospital, and through Weibo’s mobile identification verification, it’s Florence Warner.
"This drama really just never ends, Adrian, wait while I sort this out and make a counter move."
Cecilia tsked twice with admiration, showing the message to Adrian Law.
Adrian Law hugged Cecilia Vaughn from behind, gently kissing her forehead.
"Okay, my Cecilia is the best, but I also have some news to tell you, something that might be even more explosive."
"What?"
Cecilia Vaughn was surprised, then saw Adrian Law smile mysteriously.
"Want to know what Fiona Vaughn did sneakily at the gynecology hospital before the wedding?"
Cecilia’s heart skipped a beat, suddenly thinking of a shocking possibility.
"Oh my, don’t tell me you’re hinting that the child isn’t Tyson Law’s..."