Chapter 415: Adrian Law, You’re Unbelievable!
Cecilia Vaughn carefully placed her shoes and socks, trying to gently touch the lake surface with her toes.
She controlled her strength well. After all, it’s only a few degrees below zero in Stellerton, and the ice couldn’t possibly support an adult like her walking on it. Cecilia was just indulging herself.
—For some reason, when she was around Adrian Law, she instinctively let down all her defenses and behaved more childishly than a middle schooler.
—In fact, Cecilia’s childhood had never been this carefree.
Perhaps, in every girl’s heart, there’s a miniature version of herself. Some choose to seal it away, while others are lucky enough to meet someone who lets them open up their hearts.
...
Adrian Law stood by the lake embankment, defeated by Cecilia’s innocence.
With a hint of annoyance, he extended his hand, "Cecilia, it’s fine if you want to play with ice, but put on your shoes and socks. What if you catch a cold?"
"Okay, okay, you’re even scarier than my mom."
Cecilia chuckled.
She used Adrian’s strength to get back on shore.
Adrian lifted her onto a park bench by the embankment, gently took out a tissue, wiped off the ice water from Cecilia’s toes, and carefully put her shoes and socks back on.
"Don’t mess around like this again. Look at your hands and feet; they’re freezing."
Cecilia tends to get cold easily and should have bundled up more.
Playing on the icy lake like that was asking for trouble.
Watching Adrian kneeling gracefully in front of her, as if he were a medieval knight protecting his queen, Cecilia felt a sudden sting in her eyes.
She had an impulse to cry but no tears came out.
Sometimes she felt as if she were dreaming, that she could meet a man who doted on her unconditionally.
She was afraid that with a gust of wind, she would wake up from a dream, still trapped in a dark prison, reaching out without seeing daylight.
"Adrian... what would I be like if one day you’re not by my side?"
Her voice, like a whisper, drew Adrian’s attention. He gently tapped her forehead.
"You’re talking nonsense again."
He put on her last shoe, stood up, took Cecilia’s left hand, and softly kissed the plum blossom birthmark on her wrist.
"Cecilia, I will always be by your side so that no one dares bully you."
Including himself.
This was Adrian Law’s promise.
...
Back at Starfall Bay, Cecilia finally suffered the consequences of her playful ice adventure, coming down with a cold.
Adrian carried her back to Starfall Bay, and seeing her pitifully sniffing and refusing to take medicine, he was exasperated.
"Cecilia, stop being difficult, come on, drink the herbal medicine obediently."
"It’s too bitter... can’t I just take capsules instead? I don’t want to drink such bitter medicine..."
Cecilia sulked like a kid, knowing that Adrian couldn’t do anything about her.
Then suddenly, Adrian poured the medicine into his own mouth.
Cecilia was stunned: "Adrian, what are you doing, you’re not the one with the cold."
Adrian looked at her deeply, extending his long arm, pulling Cecilia into his embrace.
A deep kiss.
The heavens roar, igniting the earth.
The bitter broth mixed with the unique taste of the man passed from his thin lips.
Gulp...
Cecilia stared wide-eyed in shock.
Was this really a way to force someone to take medicine?
She was about to protest, but Adrian repeated the maneuver, feeding her the medicine sip by sip.
By the end of the kiss, the act of passing medicine had taken on a new flavor.
The man softly kissed her over and over, as if he wanted to steal every bit of fragrance from her mouth.
The kiss, not overbearing nor forceful, was enough to drive one mad.
Breathless, Cecilia reached out, pressing her hand between herself and the man.
"Adrian, that’s enough! I... I’m afraid I’ll infect you..."
Such a method of feeding medicine... it’s unforgettable for a lifetime.
Cecilia’s face flushed with warmth.
Adrian smiled wordlessly, his tongue slowly tracing her lips, further heating an already sultry atmosphere.
The air crackled.
His big hand passed through her hair, resting on Cecilia’s exquisite collarbone.
"Cecilia, don’t worry. Compared to illness, I want you more."
Adrian’s bold and candid words made Cecilia’s face turn crimson.
Sitting in front of Adrian, her throat felt inexplicably clogged, unsure whether it was due to the cold or from embarrassment at Adrian’s words.
"Adrian... You must be tired today, right? I’m really sleepy, maybe we should rest early..."
Cecilia mumbled, lowering her head, unsure of what to do with her hands.
Adrian held her waist, his voice hoarse.
"It’s okay. You sleep on the bed, I’ll sleep with you."
"..."
Every day, just the sight of Cecilia made him feel she was a potent drug, an addiction he could never shake off.
Cecilia was bewildered, quickly realizing just how strong Adrian’s willpower was.
He immediately carried her to the bathroom, held her waist, and kissed her leisurely.
Truly exhausted, combined with the cold, she couldn’t hold on, and fell asleep drowsily in the bathtub.
Faintly remembering the man hovering over her, perhaps due to her groggy state, his actions were more tender and patient than usual, even remembering to wash her at the end.
The whole night was filled with pleasant dreams.
...
Remembering the absurd happenings in the bathtub last night, Cecilia couldn’t recall the details clearly, but just a little imagination made her blush profusely.
Cecilia squinted slightly, wanting to get up.
She suddenly realized, under the quilt, her body was bare, wrapped like a newborn baby.
"..."
She looked down, bewildered to see hickeys all over her neck and arms.
What had Adrian done to her without her knowing!
Cecilia grumbled in her mind, wanting to find clothes, but couldn’t see any of her clothing.
Blushing, she had to get up, naked, intending to find something from the wardrobe to wear.
She took just two steps, but her reflection in the full-length mirror caught her eye.
That woman in the mirror, with cheeks blushing, eyes soft and dreamy, body covered in red marks—was that really her?
Even the sides of her legs weren’t spared, Adrian, that shameless scoundrel, was he crazy?
—How could she go out in public like this, wrapped tightly in the highest collar jacket?
Lost in thought for a moment, suddenly, an enticing, lazy male voice sounded from the doorway.
"Madam, are you quite satisfied with my performance last night? Do you wish to relive it?"
Teasing, layer upon layer.