Chapter 153: Chapter 153: Who Says She’s a Flirt

Fiona Vaughn has been living a hellish couple of days. Even though breaking her contract made her free, she didn’t even dare leak news about starting her own studio, walking on eggshells in fear.

If she doesn’t figure something else out soon, Fiona’s "National Campus Belle" persona will probably turn into the "National Joke".

Just when Fiona felt so angry she could’ve spat blood, suddenly, all the messy online scandals about her and Cecilia Vaughn vanished!

Fiona could hardly believe her eyes—the bloggers who used to trash her all went dead silent, shutting down their attacks completely.

It felt as if all those troublemakers online had suddenly seen the light or something?

From hell to heaven, it couldn’t be more dramatic.

What caused all these influencers to switch sides?

Fiona was full of questions, but Tyson Law was already buzzing with excitement, telling her the money he spent worked—several major websites agreed to upload articles cleaning up Fiona’s image.

Of course, Fiona wasn’t stupid enough to start drama with Cecilia online now. Those image-polishing articles only talked about her high morals, beauty and talent among rookies—fluff pieces, really.

Even now, Fiona was still uneasy. She pondered and pondered, finally coming up with the perfect plan.

"Tyson, how about we launch a charity interview on the day we open the studio? Donate to impoverished mountain areas—good way to create buzz for our business."

"Great idea. Fiona, I know you’ve always been that pure, kind girl. I’ll always support you."

Fiona finally breathed easy.

Her worries eased bit by bit.

Since Tyson Law had bought off the major sites, it meant the man who’s always protected Cecilia also knows his limits, just toughing it out before.

Ha, no matter how powerful that man is, how could he possibly be stronger than the Law Family?

Things will be much smoother for her from now on.

The only painful part is what this cost her—she lost endorsements, lost followers, even Radiant Group’s stock dropped...

...

Without any turmoil from the outside world, Cecilia truly slept soundly.

Her biological clock is usually spot-on, but for once she lingered in bed. Luckily it was the weekend, no Stellerton University classes, and Adrian Law didn’t bother her.

She slept well into the afternoon before hazily waking up.

Adrian had drawn the curtains, blocking out all light, so the room was still dim.

The girl rubbed her sleepy eyes.

"Adrian, what time is it?"

Adrian Law walked in from the doorway, his phoenix-like eyes holding a gentle smile.

"Lazy pig, did you know the sun’s already up?"

"Huh? Is it that late?"

Seeing Cecilia still didn’t believe him, Adrian grinned and, with his elegant hand, drew the curtains aside.

Suddenly, the room flooded with light. Cecilia blinked at the dazzling sunlight instinctively.

A rosy blush colored her delicate face, and she complained sweetly.

"Adrian, you’ve gotten bad! Didn’t even wake me up. I promised Mona Summers we’d have lunch together at four!"

The man reached out and ruffled Cecilia’s messy hair from sleep, then without hesitation leaned down to kiss her forehead, utterly indulging her.

"It’s okay, it’s just noon. You got up right on time for lunch."

Seeing her deep in sleep, how could he bear to wake her?

Cecilia blushed all the way to her neck.

She awkwardly ducked toward the cushions, "I haven’t even washed up yet, probably stink, and you still kiss me..."

The man’s phoenix eyes didn’t leave Cecilia for a second, his thin lips curving into a slight smile.

"So what? My Cecilia always smells the best."

"..."

Brazen lies. She admits defeat.

"Hmph, you’re just trying to coax me. As if I’d believe you."

"Mmm——"

Cecilia started to turn away with a pout, but suddenly, Adrian seized her jaw and kissed her directly on the lips.

Her heartbeat skipped, just like that.

Cecilia instinctively tried to push him off, but Adrian gave her zero chance to refuse, kissing her more intensely by the second.

He pressed in closer and closer, almost like he wanted to meld her slender form right into his own.

This man is seriously proving he doesn’t care about her just waking up?

Cecilia’s pupils widened—her mind, fuzzy from oversleeping, was now utterly pulled into Adrian’s mesmerizing world.

The impact was hard to describe.

Her beautiful eyes soon glistened with a watery sheen, making her even more captivating. 𝗳𝗿𝐞𝕖𝘄𝗲𝕓𝗻𝚘𝚟𝕖𝐥.𝚌𝕠𝕞

"Silly girl, remember to breathe."

"If you keep looking at me like that, it makes me want to eat you up."

Adrian’s deep phoenix eyes never left her, the arc of his lips curving deeper and deeper.

Hearing his teasing, Cecilia was so embarrassed she could have crawled into the floor.

"Hmph, total jerk. I’m going to wash my face."

When the kiss finally ended, she shot him a mortified glare and dashed for the bathroom.

But her heartbeat stayed restless for ages.

...

After brushing her teeth, Cecilia got to taste the lotus seed and white fungus porridge Adrian cooked just for her, and then the two had lunch together.

Noble Consort chicken wings, sizzling steak, plus a fragrant bone broth for health.

For the sake of good food, Cecilia shamelessly forgave Adrian for his morning antics.

Whimper whimper, how could President Law’s cooking be even better than a five-star chef’s?

...

Four o’clock in the afternoon.

Cecilia arrived at the restaurant where she’d planned to meet Mona Summers.

Mona, as always, looked like a classic career woman—wavy hair, a light coffee trench coat, high heels striding in with an icy queen vibe.

"Cecilia, come here. Sit over here."

Watching her friend excitedly wave her over, Cecilia couldn’t help but feel Mona’s queenly aura crumbled in a single second.

Cecilia pulled out her seat and teased Mona with a smile.

"What’s got our Queen Summers giggling like crazy? Did you finally snag Isaac Zeller and start planning the wedding?"

Mona’s pretty face flushed, shooting Cecilia a glare.

"Ugh, the wedding with Classmate Zeller isn’t even on the horizon, but it’s just a matter of time. Today’s happy news is even bigger than that."

Bigger than a wedding?

Cecilia guessed and guessed, but still drew a blank. She hesitated, shaking her head.

"I seriously can’t figure it out, Queen Summers. Quit keeping me in suspense and spill it already."

Mona giggled, her catlike eyes sparkling bright.

"You’ll never guess. Your comic ’There are branches on the mountain’ caught the attention of Skyeagle Pictures—they want to make it into a movie!"

"And that’s the company with Director Chapman at the helm. I think it’ll be handled by one of his junior directors, but it’s still a huge deal."

...

Cecilia broke into a joyful grin, nearly unable to believe it.

"Seriously? That’s amazing!"

The scale of a serious feature film is nothing like some slapstick web drama.

She’s a rookie author—dreaming of Director Chapman running her project is unrealistic, but even this outcome was a huge surprise.

Just as the two grew more and more excited, the restaurant’s TV suddenly blared an awkward voice.

"Miss Fiona, are you saying your father’s lawful wife, Wendy Sutton, is a promiscuous woman?"