Chapter 480: Adrian, Will You Protect Me?
Rosalind White said she wanted to come to Sage’s Mercy Temple to pray for her grandmother, but Cecilia Vaughn didn’t believe it for a second.
She slowly put down her luggage, a mocking smirk playing on her lips.
"What a coincidence, Miss White, I recall telling you and Adrian about our itinerary back at The Law Residence..."
As she spoke, she glanced at Rosalind’s well-fitted light green Burberry trench coat and then silently shifted her gaze to Rosalind’s delicate face.
"Miss White, your voice just got better recently, and you’re already eager to step out and catch a cold?"
"At my home, we have a small white cat with mismatched eyes. I don’t know who was so cruel to cut out its tongue, a fate much worse than yours, Miss White..."
Thinking about how her voice was hoarse for two continuous months, Rosalind couldn’t help but feel inexplicably afraid of Cecilia.
However, following the fear was an even stronger surge of jealousy.
She dug her perfectly manicured nails into her palm, showing just the right amount of confusion and concern on her face.
"Sister-in-law, isn’t that pet you and Adrian raised dead yet? Last time I visited The Law Residence, I thought for sure it was a goner."
——Indeed, that little beast she raised—it can still cling to life even after its tongue was cut. Isn’t that just a calamity?
Rosalind lowered her eyelashes, concealing the fleeting malice in her eyes.
...
"You—"
Cecilia didn’t expect Rosalind to openly curse Mimi, her eyes turned red with anger, and she wished she could tear out Rosalind’s tongue right there.
So she could understand the real pain of losing a tongue.
Adrian gently held Cecilia’s hand and with a smile, guided her to sit.
"Cecilia, have a seat, there’s no need to waste words on unrelated people. Mimi’s wounds are healed, but those who hurt her will certainly end up far worse."
Adrian had been silently pursing his lips beside them, and when he finally spoke, it was with such severity!
Rosalind’s smile vanished, she bit her lip, her eyes filled with unshed tears of grievance.
"Adrian, do you really still suspect that I was the one responsible for these things?"
"That little white cat is untamable, you saw it too. It scratched my hand the first day it came to The Law Residence. Don’t you think its temperament could easily provoke those rich young men and women outside?"
Adrian casually lifted his eyelid, his long, phoenix-like eyes showed no emotion.
"Did I say it was you?"
Rosalind’s voice faltered.
Her heart was filled with indignation, yet she couldn’t voice her grievances. Finally, reluctantly, she sat across from Cecilia and Adrian.
...
Cecilia couldn’t be bothered to spare another glance at this woman.
Although Mimi had indeed recovered, whenever she thought of that rainy night searching for her, Cecilia felt her heart being whipped by thousands of vines, bleeding profusely.
She couldn’t forgive Rosalind, nor could she stand her insidious ways; to be so ruthless against even a pet was truly heartless.
"Cecilia, want an orange?"
The flight to Veridia’s Isle Circlet was just half an hour, and along the way, Adrian was cheerful and treated Rosalind, sitting not far away, as if she were invisible.
Cecilia still felt a lingering annoyance, and catching sight of Rosalind’s face swelling with suppressed anger, a teasing smile played on her lips. She changed her usual demeanor, sweetly clinging to Adrian’s arm.
Her apricot eyes shone like stars, perfectly clear.
"Adrian, I want you to feed me."
"Alright, whatever you want."
Adrian could tell that his little wife was both jealous and indignant on Mimi’s behalf. Though inwardly amused, he patiently lowered his head, peeling the orange and feeding it to Cecilia segment by segment.
"Is it tasty?"
Before he finished speaking, a crisp sound echoed in the air.
Everyone looked up in astonishment, gazing in disbelief toward Rosalind.
Rosalind’s face was crimson, her eyes filled with panic.
At her feet lay the shattered remnants of a red wine glass.
A uniformed flight attendant approached, politely inquiring of Rosalind.
"Miss, is everything alright? Are you feeling unwell suddenly?"
Rosalind bit her lip, with so many eyes on her, not for her beauty but her public blunder, the sense of hatred within her grew stronger.
She clenched her hands, nodding with a pale yet graceful face.
Her voice was soft and gentle, betraying no anger.
"Sorry, I dropped the glass by accident. Could you please take care of it?"
"Of course."
...
It was just a small incident and didn’t cause any major trouble.
Yet Rosalind felt as if everyone’s gaze constantly fell upon her, making her uncomfortable.
She glared at Cecilia resentfully, wishing she could burn a hole right through her face.
Time ticked by, and soon the announcement that their plane was approaching Isle Circlet could be heard.
"Dear passengers, welcome aboard. Our flight is about to arrive at Isle Circlet in Veridia. Please make sure your belongings are in order and prepare to disembark."
...
Cecilia and Adrian stood up, quickly leaving through the boarding gate.
Rosalind hurriedly followed behind them.
"Adrian, wait for me!"
Cecilia turned back slightly, her eyes tinged with indifference.
"Miss White, what do you want now? I remember we didn’t come here together, did we?"
But Rosalind didn’t even look at Cecilia, her beautiful eyes glistening slightly with tears, looking helplessly at Adrian.
"Adrian, I came alone, and since you’re going to Sage’s Mercy Temple too, why don’t we split a ride?"
"There have been so many reports of missing female college students in the news lately, I’m really scared that I might suddenly go missing as well. Adrian, you’ll protect me, won’t you?"
Her demeanor was so pitiable, inviting compassion.
Cecilia was amused by Rosalind’s masterful pathetic act and laughed softly.
"Miss White, knowing that you’re a weak woman traveling alone is dangerous, why didn’t you think to hire more bodyguards?"
Rosalind timidly glanced at Cecilia, her voice as soft as a stream.
"I... I forgot when I left. I was just thinking about praying for grandma with the utmost sincerity."
Cecilia’s lips curled into a mocking smile.
"For Adrian’s grandma, wasn’t it? If I recall correctly, your own parents and grandparents are still around. Why don’t you pray for them?"
Rosalind hadn’t expected Cecilia to retort this way, and she twisted her sleeve tightly, her eyes plaintively fixed on Adrian.
"Adrian, you wouldn’t leave me behind, right?"
Adrian pointed casually at a tall guide with a flag indicating Sage’s Mercy Temple, his voice clear.
"If you’re afraid of getting lost, just follow them."
"What?"
Adrian had already given an unceremonious order to depart.
"Charge the fee to your account, guide, take her away."
Rosalind’s face turned pale with shock.
"No! I want to go with you!"