Chapter 38: Chapter 38: The Unqualified Fried Egg

Looking at Adrian Law’s nearly perfect physique, did she just get a nosebleed?

How could she be so lecherous!

So embarrassing!

Cecilia Vaughn’s face turned red to the extreme in an instant, like a boiled shrimp. She even began to stammer.

"You you you... I..."

The girl instinctively wanted to reach out to wipe the blood under her nose, but within seconds, the dry touch immediately woke her up!

There was no blood at all!

Cecilia’s beautiful pupils widened, and she was swept by a wave of frustration at being deceived!

"Adrian, you’ve gone bad, actually tricking me into making a fool of myself like this!"

Hearing this, Adrian Law curved his lips, a hint of a mischievous smile flashing in his long, narrow eyes.

"Did I trick you? Who was just staring at my abs all along?"

...

Cecilia’s ears gradually got hot, and her heart seemed to be lightly stirred.

But she still had to stubbornly refute.

"Who’s looking at your abs! My gaze just happened to sweep past, okay!"

The man lowered his eyes to look at her, a hint of indulgence and affection revealed in his expression.

"Alright, you weren’t looking at me, it was me looking at you, okay?"

"..."

Cecilia’s face somehow got even redder, yet the man’s more toned body than runway models appeared in her mind.

And even that grand part that was hidden under the towel and couldn’t be seen but still seemed so impressive...

Oh dear, Cecilia, what on earth are you thinking.

The girl uncomfortably shook her hair, delicately twisting the velvet air conditioning blanket with her slender hands in an attempt to banish the embarrassing thoughts from her mind.

And Adrian Law looked at her playfully, seizing the chance without giving Cecilia any opportunity to resist, he directly got onto the couch, deftly swept half of the quilt, and turned off the light.

"Alright, Cecilia, get some sleep early."

"..."

The man’s series of actions was so smooth it almost made people suspect he had premeditated it.

And Cecilia was dumbfounded.

Just like that, sleeping in the same bed?!

For the past twenty years, she had never been so close to a man. Even with Adrian Law, she instinctively felt a bit scared and couldn’t help but move to the far right of the bed.

Darkness all around, only the faint starlight filtered through the window.

But in the silence, the man’s chilly voice sounded.

"Cecilia, if you keep moving over, you’re going to be sleeping on the floor."

Being exposed, Cecilia’s expression was very awkward, grateful that the night covered their sight.

She bashfully insisted.

"Well... I like sleeping on the edge."

"I don’t allow it."

"..."

Why doesn’t he allow it?!

This man is so overbearing! Even controlling where she sleeps!

Cecilia was startled, and before she could react, the man stretched out his long arm and directly pulled her from the far right to the middle.

"Behave yourself and don’t move."

The man’s thin lips parted slightly, rough fingertips slipped over Cecilia’s shoulder, stirring up a layer of heat waves.

His chest was broad and firm, and with skin-to-skin contact, the strong male hormones tightly wrapped Cecilia, confining her delicate body in his embrace.

The most important thing is!

She wasn’t wearing any clothes!

Although the man was only holding her shoulder, if his hand moved down a bit more... it was simply unimaginable!

"No... let me go."

Cecilia couldn’t help but cry out in surprise, her eyes filled with anxiety, but Adrian Law held her tightly, refusing to let her move.

"Cecilia, be good, I won’t do anything to you."

Seeing Cecilia’s uneasy look, the man let out a sigh.

"You’re still on your period, I’m not going to cross that line, just sleep well, lying on your side will help the wound heal better."

"..."

Such a dignified reason, how could he come up with it!

Cecilia was extremely nervous, but she couldn’t break free from the man’s big hand.

That fresh bamboo-like masculine scent lingered around her, brushing past her nose, brushing past her heart, as if insisting that she’d forever remember this was Adrian Law’s scent.

The girl’s face turned even redder.

How could Adrian...

The man looked at the girl still struggling in his arms, his eyes slightly narrowing.

"Cecilia, if you don’t sleep well, I can’t guarantee I won’t do something."

Actually, Adrian Law felt more uncomfortable than Cecilia.

The person dear to his heart was lying in his arms, and he was at the peak of his youth, how could he not have any thoughts? But his posture was rather skillful, deliberately avoiding positions that would embarrass Cecilia.

Even though it was such a torment, he’d rather endure it, not wanting to let go of Cecilia in the slightest, holding her felt like having the whole world, the feeling was too addictive.

...

Not guaranteeing not to do anything?

Cecilia’s body stiffened slightly.

Forget it, with her period as a charm of protection, Adrian Law shouldn’t be that extreme, right...

Although feeling both ashamed and annoyed, in the end she chose to comply, Cecilia crossed her arms in front of her, comforting herself, ’a wise woman doesn’t fight with a man.’

And Adrian Law sensed the girl in his embrace giving up struggling, the arc of his lips gradually deepened.

"Goodnight, have sweet dreams."

The man whispered into the girl’s ear, holding tight his most beloved, falling into a contented sleep.

It was bitter for Cecilia, neither being able to sleep nor staying awake, feeling extremely awkward.

Yet somehow, listening to the steady and powerful heartbeat of the man, her heart gradually settled down, her eyelids got heavy, and her whole body began to relax...

...

The next morning, Cecilia woke up in the man’s arms.

Remembering the night before, and still being without clothes now, her face couldn’t help but heat up.

"Awake?"

The man’s cold and pleasant voice traveled across her ear, Cecilia was startled, just then noticing the man who had his eyes closed was now looking at her with a subtle smile.

Cecilia didn’t know where to place her hands and feet, hugging the blanket, she murmured a response.

And in Adrian Law’s calm tone, there was evident amusement.

"Get up and freshen up, I’ve already made breakfast."

"Did you get up earlier? Then why are you still—"

Cecilia exclaimed, her mouth agape, wondering why he would still lie next to her when he had already woken up?

Moreover... if he got up earlier, didn’t he see her all over again?

A flush of pink appeared on her ivory-like cheeks...

Adrian Law saw all of Cecilia’s embarrassment and frustration, the curve of his lips was joyful.

"Silly girl, seeing you sleep so soundly, I couldn’t bear to wake you up, so I just laid back to sleep a bit more."

"..."

Cecilia was finally completely defeated, was she that blind not to see how scheming he was until now?

...

Resentment filled Cecilia’s heart, even the exquisite western-style breakfast on the table couldn’t alleviate her frustration.

The girl picked up chopsticks, stabbing fiercely at the fried egg Adrian had cooked, as if the yolk was Adrian himself.

"Bastard... not even a good fried egg..."

And Adrian Law couldn’t help but smile, allowing her to act out in protest.

It was at this moment, Cecilia’s phone suddenly started ringing—