Chapter 485: Such Cruel Methods
Rosalind White originally planned to fake a faint, but after floundering in the sea for so long, she truly exhausted herself into a real stupor.
Feeling someone gently performing CPR on her, Rosalind reluctantly woke up, her mind already fantasizing about Adrian Law holding her and giving her a passionate kiss.
She wanted to nestle in the man’s arms and weepingly confess her fears.
With a face as beautiful as a fairy’s, now drenched by seawater, her curves almost perfectly outlined, it’s hard to believe any man wouldn’t get aroused.
As long as Adrian saved her, she was confident she could win Adrian Law’s heart.
...
But when her vision cleared to see a pockmarked and chubby face, Rosalind felt like her heart was struck by lightning!
"Ahhhh, who are you?! Get away from me, ahhh..."
Rosalind screamed in disbelief, clawing at the beach patrol bodyguard with her sharp nails.
The pockmarked, chubby man looked aggrieved but didn’t dare retaliate. Truthfully, with a soft beauty in his arms, he was tempted, albeit restrained. Rosalind was wearing a bikini, pressed closely against him, making it hard not to be titillated.
Knowing he’d gotten lucky, the pockmarked man let her vent out her frenzy.
...
"Why are you hitting people?"
Adrian’s cold gaze indifferently fell on Rosalind’s face. Rosalind froze, turning her head in a daze, and saw Adrian Law’s unparalleled, handsome face.
"Adrian... this man took advantage of me, why didn’t you help me... boohoo, I don’t want to live anymore... let me beat him to death first, I’ve lost all my dignity..."
Adrian saw Rosalind crying like a pear blossom in rain, her eyes red with grievance. He simply sneered coldly.
"Is this how you treat your savior?"
"Savior?"
Rosalind’s pupils widened, repeating Adrian’s words in disbelief. Shocked, she looked at Adrian, then turned her horrified gaze to the pockmarked, chubby man.
"Adrian, before I fainted, I clearly remember it was you who jumped in to save me. You’re so tall and slim, I couldn’t possibly mistake you for this man who’s three times your size..."
Seeing Rosalind’s persistent denial, Adrian’s lips curved into a faint, indifferent smile, and he shot Felix Lockwood a slight glance.
"Felix pulled you up first; then we found professionals to perform CPR on you."
Felix: "..."
Why drag me into this! I don’t want to be a scapegoat!
...
The pockmarked, chubby man knew he had gained quite a bit, but he didn’t want to argue with this group of obviously high-class young men and women. He hurriedly addressed Adrian.
"Sir, I’ve completed my task. Can I go now?"
"Yes, you may go."
Adrian nodded slightly, and the pockmarked, chubby man hurriedly took three steps at a time to flee the scene as quickly as possible.
—Being able to kiss such a beautiful woman was the peak of his life, but his life was more important, so he left after getting some sweet benefits.
...
Rosalind harshly wiped away her tears and constantly wiped her lips, feeling a nauseating revulsion simmering from within.
"Adrian, do you hate me that much? You also know how to give CPR."
"I’m not a professional."
Adrian replied faintly, with just these four words.
Felix also awkwardly scratched his head.
"Yeah, Miss White, those people were professionals, after all. They saved your life, and your attitude just now was really too much."
Rosalind wiped her tears in grievance and even found Felix, whom she always despised, to be much more pleasing to the eye than the beach patrol guard.
But Felix actually let those people bully her!
As for Zion Prescott...
Rosalind never thought this doctor would have any warm feelings toward her. After all, Zion was famously eccentric, much like Adrian’s previous reputation — allegedly not interested in women, so for Zion to come willingly give CPR, it would be as rare as rain falling upwards.
...
Seeing no advantage to be gained, Rosalind hugged her arms in grievance and, flustered, ran away.
Before leaving, she threw back a parting shot.
"I hate you all!"
Cecilia Vaughn immediately shook her head, glancing at Adrian with a teasing smile.
"You broke a suitor’s heart; Mr. Law, don’t you feel cruel?"
"Did I?"
Adrian gently wrapped his arm around Cecilia’s waist, pinching the girl’s nose lightly.
"If I made Mrs. Law sad, would that not be crueler?"
"Since we’re married, of course, Mrs. Law’s happiness should be prioritized for happiness."
Adrian spoke as if it were only natural, and Cecilia, seeing Felix wink at her, couldn’t help but feel her ears turning red.
"You pass."
...
After this little episode with Rosalind, Cecilia and Adrian strolled along the beach a bit longer.
Cecilia took off her shoes, walked barefoot, holding Adrian’s hand, stepping on the soft sand, feeling the sea breeze on her face, and surprisingly felt her mood had improved a lot.
"Cecilia, the night wind is strong; let’s head back."
"Head back where?"
Cecilia curiously glanced at Adrian.
"Did you book a hotel?"
Adrian’s eyes flickered, a nostalgic gleam shimmering within.
"No, I have property on this island."
"..."
Cecilia couldn’t help but twitch her lips. Is this what they mean by having a home wherever you go?
She was quite curious about what Adrian’s house on the island looked like.
...
The two casually hailed a taxi and quickly reached the northern hillside villa district Adrian mentioned.
Compared to Stellerton’s exorbitant real estate market, while Isle Circlet is a tourist destination, property prices are only half as much, but even so, a mountainside villa still commands a high price.
Cecilia just approached the gate and felt it unlike a place Adrian would buy because it was too dreamy. Isle Circlet, being spring-like year-round, and with the villa’s garden filled with flowers, the whole style was more like a fairytale castle — utterly delightful.
"Did you take me to the wrong place?"
Cecilia suspiciously glanced at Adrian.
"Of course not, Cecilia. I’ll go run the water in the washroom; you sit in the living room for a while."
Adrian said, inputting his fingerprint, and the gate opened.
The man went upstairs first, and Cecilia entered the living room. She opened the shoe cabinet, but a pair of bright red high heels made her pause.
Hmm, was this a gift from Adrian?
"Why are they size 36..."
Just as she puzzled over the incorrect size, suddenly a text arrived.
—Don’t feel too pleased with yourself, Adrian took you to the mountainside villa, but in previous years, that’s where Adrian and I used to vacation and live together!