Chapter 84: Chapter 84: Comic Chosen by Web Series Director

The man’s arms were strong and powerful, tightly restraining the girl’s body, making them cling closely, as if they wished to merge into one.

Cecilia Vaughn’s head exploded with a "boom," kissed until she couldn’t breathe.

——She had never been this close to anyone in her life.

"Still distracted? Hm?"

The man’s phoenix eyes were deep, like a fire burning, with a slightly hoarse intonation at the end.

"I’m not..."

Cecilia Vaughn tried to defend herself, feeling wronged, the words hadn’t even finished before her lips were captured fiercely by the man.

He greedily swept through the girl’s fragrant mouth, unwilling to leave any corner untouched.

... 𝕗𝐫𝐞𝕖𝕨𝐞𝗯𝚗𝕠𝘃𝐞𝚕.𝐜𝗼𝚖

Soon, the surrounding temperature kept rising.

The other’s kiss was so dominant, leaving no room for resistance.

Cecilia Vaughn’s almond eyes were already misty, her nostrils full of that pleasant cold bamboo scent from Adrian Law.

Elegant, indifferent, yet with a distinct sense of presence, as if intending to leave his exclusive mark on her domain.

...

Just when everything was about to lose control, the phone Cecilia Vaughn had placed on the table suddenly rang.

It was "Croatian Rhapsody," the urgent piano melody instantly brought Cecilia Vaughn back to her senses.

"Mmm... My... phone is ringing..."

Cecilia Vaughn was a bit dizzy, yet she still forced herself to try to push Adrian Law away.

The man’s breathing became rapid, completely unwilling to care about the untimely call,

still, the previously painstakingly built atmosphere had been disrupted, he could see that Cecilia Vaughn wasn’t as eager as he was to let things happen...

Adrian Law’s eyes dimmed slightly, and finally, he let Cecilia Vaughn go.

A forced melon is not sweet, he wanted Cecilia Vaughn to accept him wholeheartedly, from body to heart.

...

Regaining freedom, Cecilia Vaughn took deep breaths of fresh air, but seeing the man’s unsatisfied expression, she couldn’t help but feel a bit guilty.

For any man, with the arrow on the string, how many can endure abruptly stopping like Adrian Law?

"I’m sorry... Adrian... I’m not ready yet..."

She didn’t even know what was wrong, clearly already licensed, but the thought of doing that made her heart fill with inexplicable fear.

Even with Adrian Law, she subconsciously wanted to avoid it.

The moment the phone rang, her first thought was not disappointment, but a sigh of relief, as if she had narrowly escaped a disaster.

...

Adrian Law extended his long fingers, gently placing them on the girl’s lips.

"Cecilia, never say those three words ’I’m sorry’ to me."

Looking at her bewildered face, the man sighed softly, brushing her palm over his abdomen, hard as stone.

"Can you feel it? Cecilia, I want you, I’m no saint, I can’t be without desires."

"For the girl I cherish most, I also want to have the closest contact with you."

There... it’s so exaggerated.

Cecilia Vaughn’s face flushed bright red, her breath catching, yet her heartbeat pounded like a drum.

She murmured softly.

"Adrian, it’s my fault... I killed your mood..."

Adrian Law finally let her go, his phoenix eyes dark, as if wanting to devour the girl in front of him.

The man sighed once more, holding Cecilia Vaughn’s slender waist, his usually cool voice a little hoarse.

"Stop apologizing, Cecilia, I’ll wait until the day you’re willing, trust me."

"Alright."

...

Cecilia Vaughn leaned guiltily against Adrian Law’s chest, she seemed to vaguely guess... why she resisted these things so much.

When she was eighteen, at the engagement banquet with Tyson Law...

The son of the former board member at Stellerton University, Young Master Trent, that disgraceful rich second generation, barged into her dressing room, the undisguised hunger in his eyes was so filthy.

She was pinned against the table, her clothes nearly torn, that night, she had never hated someone so much.

To the extent that she accidentally killed him, blood splattering everywhere.

Thought those memories would have faded after three years, but the harm was still etched into her bones.

She vaguely felt... such things between men and women were terrifying, not to be allowed...

...

Cecilia Vaughn’s eyelashes fluttered twice, apologizing silently in her heart,

Adrian, I’m sorry.

...

In this short while, "Croatian Rhapsody" had rung three times on the phone, seeing Cecilia Vaughn not answering, the caller persistently redialed.

"Seems urgent, you should check it out."

"Alright."

Cecilia Vaughn looked at the caller ID showing her friend Mona Summers, and quickly answered the call.

She switched to speakerphone, and Mona Summers’ loud voice instantly filled the entire dressing room.

"Cecilia, what are you busy with, why didn’t you answer?"

"Oh my, let me guess, did I just interrupt a romantic night with President Law?"

...

Adrian Law gave Cecilia Vaughn a mischievous glance.

And Cecilia Vaughn, embarrassed and angry, refused to admit anything, coughing as if nothing happened.

"That’s not true, don’t say such things, I just couldn’t find my phone."

"It’s so late, is there something urgent?"

Mona Summers’ gossiping spirit quelled, yet she spoke to Cecilia Vaughn with even more excitement.

"It’s not urgent, it’s great news! Cecilia, do you still remember your comic ’There are branches on the mountain’? It’s now crossed a billion clicks, a director is interested!"

"It’s Director Warner, who directs those comedic web series. Though you don’t have much experience, they’re offering two million for the rights to make it a web series, quite high for a newcomer, isn’t it great news?"

Cecilia Vaughn was stunned at the words.

She did have an impression of Director Warner, who this year and last directed a couple of comedic time-travel shows, bold in color and hilarious in style, lacking depth but attracting significant discussion and views.

However, although her "There are branches on the mountain" has time-travel elements, the story leans seriously towards a drama style, with some themes of hardship and resentment.

...

If it were a few days ago, Cecilia Vaughn might have been very interested in the two million, but now, with the unexpected windfall from Chloe Alden, she’s not as eager.

"Mona, please decline for me, I recently came into some unexpected money, although it’s not in yet, I’m really not short on cash."

"If it’s a well-known director of serious dramas, I’d sell it even without the money."

"..."

Mona Summers was speechless, is this treating money like dirt?

Thinking of the vanished two million, Mona couldn’t help but feel a pang of heartache.

"Alright, alright, I’ll turn it down for you then."

"The comic’s clicks are growing, the reviews are great too. Maybe a big director will really take interest, Cecilia, remember to update on time."

"You don’t know how readers went crazy when you left off with the main character being forced into marriage by that roguish Crown Prince last week."

"Alright, alright, I’ll update right away."

...

Adrian Law listened to their conversation, looking thoughtful.

He typed a message to Wyatt Law.

——Wyatt, which directors in Veridia are filming serious costume dramas right now? Send me a detailed introduction within five minutes.