Chapter 364: Scheming Man
The man rolled over, pressing down, and in an instant, there was a faint, cool scent of bamboo encircling Cecilia Vaughn.
Adrian Law buried his entire head in the crook of Cecilia Vaughn’s neck, brushing his thin lips gently across her lips, and then inch by inch, he moved downwards, sucking on her delicate and beautiful collarbone.
"Cecilia, you smell so nice..."
The voice, elegant and deep like a cello, sounded from in front of her, but Cecilia Vaughn felt completely uncomfortable being kissed.
"How could I... I’ve never used perfume, it might be the scent of my shower gel or shampoo."
Adrian Law chuckled softly, wrapped an arm around Cecilia Vaughn’s waist, his breathing enveloping her completely like an invisible, airtight wall.
"Is that so? But I’m using the same brand as you... Perhaps it’s your natural fragrance, light and pleasing."
Cecilia Vaughn blushed, quickly extending her delicate, fair hand to place it between herself and Adrian Law.
"Stop teasing me; the sun is up, we should get up and have breakfast!"
"No rush... isn’t my breakfast already right in front of me?"
Adrian Law, with overwhelming dominance, held Cecilia Vaughn’s head in his hands, his tongue slowly tracing across her face before capturing her lips, continuously drinking in the fragrance from her mouth.
"Hey, you—"
Cecilia Vaughn gasped, looking up to meet Adrian Law’s narrow, dark eyes, unable to hide the passion and desire within.
...
No way? Again...
Recalling the events of last night, where she was bent into all sorts of nimble arcs, couldn’t they have a moment’s peace this early in the morning...
The more Cecilia Vaughn thought about it, the more her scalp tingled, and her legs went soft, plaintively pleading for mercy.
"Adrian, I really can’t take it anymore. Can we go have breakfast? I miss the breakfast place across the street from the neighborhood, their egg pancakes are delicious..."
Adrian Law’s eyes were burning, and suppressed desire lay beneath the dark hue, his voice hoarse with emotion.
"Cecilia, if you like, I can learn, but not now..."
Cecilia Vaughn: "..."
Making a distinguished CEO learn to make street vendor-style egg pancakes, is that really right?
It’s not about the status of professions, it’s just that visualizing that scene feels off, possibly because Adrian Law’s image as a sharply dressed, cool, and abstinent man is too engrained in the mind...
...
Before Cecilia Vaughn could even feel a hint of guilt, she suddenly saw Adrian Law reach out his large hand, pulling away the sheet wrapped around her shoulders.
"Cecilia, if you won’t speak, I’ll take it as consent to continue."
The man’s mischievous smile, his eyes filled with burning fire, as he pressed against the butterfly bone on Cecilia Vaughn’s back, eagerly kissed her.
"Cecilia, you’re so beautiful... I never tire of kissing you..."
Before meeting Cecilia Vaughn, he never knew such things could be so addictive, like tasting the marrow of life.
That one day, he would become this way... yet... savor it sweetly.
...
Without any other barriers, the man clasped Cecilia Vaughn closely, mischievously grazing over her body.
Goosebumps rose on Cecilia Vaughn’s arms, her skin turning a faint pink, more mesmerizing than ever.
Adrian Law watched her with a smile, seeing her still somewhat drowsy morning gaze, he couldn’t help but lower his head, gently pecking her eyelashes.
"Cecilia, why are you still so easily flustered..."
"It’s all because of you! ...Ah... gentler..."
Cecilia Vaughn’s face reddened more, and a phrase surfaced in her mind.
—In the morning, men truly do transform into wolves more easily.
Who is there to blame?
Just because a relative visited for a week, Adrian Law seemed like a beast never satisfied, full of energy.
Perhaps it’s because no lights were turned on last night, and it was dark all around, but now it was daytime, clearly seeing Adrian Law’s every move, Cecilia Vaughn swallowed and couldn’t resist turning her head, squeezing her legs closer together.
"Don’t stare at me like that, Adrian, can you please close your eyes..."
"No..."
The man laughed playfully, caught her unexpectedly, pulling Cecilia Vaughn closer to him, compressing the space between them even more.
The odd sensation grew stronger, like fireworks exploding in her mind, leaving no room for independent thought.
Cecilia Vaughn slightly bit her lip, involuntarily letting out a soft moan.
"Mm... ah..."
Such a tender, soft sound, Cecilia Vaughn could hardly believe it came from her, her ivory face turning crimson red as she instinctively covered her mouth.
"Beautiful sound... Cecilia, don’t hold yourself back..."
Adrian Law smiled meaningfully, gently lifting his long, porcelain hand to brush aside the hair on Cecilia Vaughn’s brow, tucking it behind her ear.
While the room was filled with warmth, suddenly, the phone on the cabinet rang, and a melodious piano composition flowed through the air, seemingly extremely untimely.
The man frowned slightly, his chiseled face showing some displeasure.
"Cecilia, hang up."
Of all times, why call now? Could the timing be any more precise!
...
"No, what if it’s something important?"
"Nothing is more important than what we’re doing right now."
Adrian Law was about to argue, but saw Cecilia Vaughn glance at the name on the display; it was a call from her friend Mona Summers. Since she was closer to the cabinet, she instinctively reached for the phone.
"Hey, Cecilia, are you alright? I heard Fiona Vaughn and Florence Warner were slandering you and involving the media at Stellerton University. You weren’t hurt, were you?"
Mona Summers quickly flipped through the social media commentary, worrying that the filthy words might be too much for her friend to handle.
...
Just as Mona Summers’ sweet and concerned voice began, Adrian Law suddenly mischievously quickened his actions.
Cecilia Vaughn couldn’t help but let out a soft cry.
"Ah..."
Mona Summers’ heart skipped a beat, quickly asking.
"Cecilia, what’s wrong?"
Cecilia Vaughn wasn’t prepared at all; she didn’t expect Adrian Law’s mischief, and when she realized it, she could only glare at him in embarrassed anger.
Only then did Adrian Law stop, allowing Cecilia Vaughn to catch her breath, digging her nails into Adrian Law in frustration, gritting her teeth as she spoke to Mona Summers.
"Nothing, I just bumped into the table, that’s all, Mona, I can’t explain on the phone. Are you free today? Let’s find a place to eat and chat?"
"Sure, see you at noon."
After hanging up, Cecilia Vaughn glanced at Adrian Law arrogantly.
"I have an arrangement, suit yourself."
Who told Adrian Law to intentionally embarrass her, let him stay home alone!