Chapter 183: Chapter 183: Adrian, You’re Squashing Me... Ow, That Hurts...

Teased by Cecilia Vaughn about matchmaking, Wyatt, the usually composed and skilled man, surprisingly showed a shy expression. He quickly waved his hand.

"Young Madam, please don’t worry about me; I really don’t want to get married now."

Wyatt lowered his brows and bowed his head, hiding the loneliness in his eyes...

No matter how many years have passed, there’s only ever been one woman in his heart.

The young master’s twin sister, Nancy Law...

Once having experienced extraordinary beauty, nothing else compares.

Some people appear in your life like an ephemeral flower, present only for a brief moment, yet that stunning beauty feels as though it lasts a lifetime.

After she left, the world lost its color; there might still be things worth feeling joy or sorrow for, but some things will never be the same...

...

Watching how with just a few words from Cecilia, Wyatt turned bashful like a young bride, Adrian Law found it refreshing.

"Cecilia, you’re truly impressive; I’ve never seen Wyatt get embarrassed before.

He curled his lips with interest, his elongated eyes full of laughter.

"Alright, Wyatt, it’s settled then – the car and the new house are your engagement gifts. Return to Starfall Bay, the keys to the residential area are in your office drawer, remember to pick them up yourself."

Cecilia Vaughn also chuckled; she wasn’t just joking about being a matchmaker. She didn’t have many friends and hadn’t yet figured out who to introduce to Wyatt.

Mona Summers is with Isaac Zeller, already spoken for.

As for Bella Prescott, she only fancies fair-skinned handsome men.

Like that new student from Vessaria, Sean Grant, who looks like a delicate vampire; Bella Prescott can hardly focus in class, nearly drooling over Sean Grant, claiming it to be admiration.

...

Wyatt drove them back to Starfall Bay, then he went on his way.

After a long night, Cecilia was indeed a little weary.

She tiredly rubbed her shoulders, just about to take off her high heels, when suddenly, Adrian Law crouched down, his tall figure half-kneeling before her.

"Are you tired?"

He said softly, his long porcelain-white hands naturally unbuckling Cecilia’s high heels, then fetching a pair of cotton slippers for her, placing the high heels at the entrance.

Looking at the man changing her shoes, Cecilia’s eyes warmed, a sudden sour feeling rising in her heart.

No one had ever done so much for her, so naturally and serenely.

"Adrian, why are you so good to me?"

Cecilia lightly choked up.

At the Dynasty Hotel, Fiona Vaughn had also publicly questioned why Adrian treated her so well.

At that time, Adrian had resolutely answered, because only he understood her goodness.

Gazing into her moist, crystalline eyes, Adrian’s heart stirred slightly, picking Cecilia up horizontally.

"Silly girl, because you are my wife. If I’m not good to you, do you want me to have an affair?"

Cecilia was too startled to react to her feet leaving the ground, her surprise at Adrian’s words made her quickly punch him lightly.

"You wouldn’t dare. Humph, if you dare have an affair, I’ll dare to take drastic measures—"

Amused by his little wife’s threat, the curve of Adrian’s lips deepened, gently placing Cecilia on the leather sofa, with a teasing smug smile.

"Really? Then I’ll be waiting, but the affair involves you, and the obstacle is you too. This husband can’t escape the grasp of Cecilia in this lifetime."

"Stop joking."

Cecilia’s face reddened, he just loved to talk nonsense. Can anyone make such comparisons in a good context? Yet, Adrian’s roundabout reasoning somehow felt deeply affectionate, stirring up her heart...

Her smile was bright, like a breeze in March, and Adrian felt somewhat moved. Just as he was about to speak, he suddenly noticed Cecilia’s slightly reddened heel.

"Cecilia, it’s tough wearing such slender and tall heels; try to avoid them in the future."

Adrian tenderly took hold of Cecilia’s ankle, applying just the right pressure to massage her, promoting blood circulation and easing the bruising.

The girl’s ankle was slender and white, like a piece of natural jade, now held in the palm of a man’s hand, appearing even more like a piece of art.

Cecilia couldn’t help but retract her heel, her slim pink toes adorably wiggling.

"Adrian, it seems you know how to do everything. Amazing, just a few massages and my heel doesn’t feel as tired."

Adrian seemed to recall some things, his deep, narrow eyes sparkling.

"In my teenage years, because of some circumstances, my father once let me accompany an overseas special force. Walking two days and nights on mountainous roads was normal, so I gradually learned to relieve aches and open meridian points, make it easier on oneself."

Cecilia was stunned.

"So that’s it, it must have been tough..."

Growing up with Tyson, she mistakenly thought Adrian, as the eldest grandson of The Law Group, received similar pampering, a life of luxury and opulence.

But the man casually brushed over the hardships of that time, his lips carrying only a slight smile.

"Actually, it wasn’t bad. Looking back now, it was quite interesting. That’s when I met Felix Lockwood and Zion Prescott."

Cecilia nodded reflectively.

"No wonder you guys have such a strong bond, you’re brothers through adversity. I can understand Doctor Prescott, but Felix looks like such a playboy, it’s surprising to think he’s gone through that kind of training."

...

As Cecilia spoke, she tried to stand up to get some water; but having had her foot held by Adrian for a while, as she suddenly stood, her legs and feet were somewhat numb, her balance slightly off.

She pitched forward suddenly.

"Cecilia, careful—"

Before Cecilia realized it, Adrian had her pinned on the sofa.

The suit jacket she had draped over herself had come undone, revealing the Wisteria dress inside, which Fiona had torn.

The gauze dress was already ripped; now, without the man’s jacket for support, it slipped from Cecilia’s shoulder, exposing the gleamingly white curve of her chest. That patch of bright white nearly blinded the eyes.

Adrian’s sharp eyes darkened gradually, his Adam’s apple moved lightly...

Cecilia was oblivious, completely unaware that her dress was in no condition to be seen.

"Ad-Adrian, you’re on top of me, get up."

Feeling a bit crushed, she tilted her face up, taking a deep breath, her rosy tongue slightly peeking, accentuated by the light luster from the Purple Moon Charm necklace, exuding an unaware allure and temptation.

Seduction, rampant.

Adrian’s breathing hitched, his eyes locking onto Cecilia, like a starving wolf eyeing its prey.

"Cecilia, are you ready?"

He had waited so long, wanting Cecilia to move past the shadow of three years ago. But now he realized, waiting any longer, his self-control was truly on the brink of collapse.

"Ready for what? I said you’re crushing me, hey, Adrian, what are you..." Doing... Uh...

As Cecilia looked up in surprise, before she finished speaking, the man’s lips suddenly pressed down.

Like a storm.

What was going on...

As if displeased with her distraction, Adrian strongly sealed the girl’s lips, his arm wrapped around her, giving Cecilia no time to think,

He hooked her tongue, dancing.

The sensation, both tingly and itchy, passed from the lips like an electric shock...