Chapter 255: Chapter 255: Utterly Humiliated
Cecilia Vaughn felt a heavy weight on her heart, like a soulless puppet, lost and leaning against Adrian Law’s embrace.
And that tear, silently fell onto Adrian Law’s arm.
Cecilia, she cried?
The man raised his head in disbelief, staring fixedly into Cecilia Vaughn’s eyes.
"Cecilia, are you okay? I’m your husband; you can speak freely, don’t hide anything from me."
Cecilia Vaughn looked at Adrian Law’s sincere, concerned gaze, yet the pain in her heart was already unbearable.
—Realizing, in the world of emotions, she is such a possessive, childish, and selfish woman.
Cecilia Vaughn’s almond eyes seemed to be shrouded in mist; for the first time, she felt such anxiety, even more than when Fiona Vaughn schemed to imprison her.
"Adrian, don’t leave me, promise me, swear!"
Knowing it was unruly, she still said it.
Because this man had become an indispensable part of her life, blending into her bones, her flesh, her existence, her everything...
Adrian Law furrowed his handsome brows tightly, his hands directly grasping Cecilia Vaughn’s face, trying to pull the girl back from the brink of breakdown.
"Cecilia, what’s wrong with you?"
"Cecilia, look at me, don’t scare me, okay?"
Scare him?
She wished it was just a fright.
Cecilia could not balance her heart when Adrian Law chose to hide the existence of his fiancée, chose to keep photos to cherish memories of a past person.
That stunning beauty in riding attire, with both vigor and elegance, for the first time made Cecilia Vaughn feel ashamed, admitting she might not measure up.
But no matter how much she reasoned, her heart continued to ache, ache more and more...
As if someone had pulled her from a frigid place and thrown her abruptly into a fire pit; initially warm, but gradually, the scorching charcoal burned her heart, sending sparks flying.
So painful, so painful...
Cecilia Vaughn didn’t use sobbing to release her inner repression; she took a deep breath, mimicking Adrian Law’s gesture, cupping his face with her hands.
Their gazes intersected in the air.
The atmosphere stagnated.
Cecilia Vaughn suddenly laughed softly again, her eyes arched, summoning the courage to speak.
"Adrian, can I ask you one thing? Perhaps you’ve admired that Vessarian noble lady, but it’s already a missed chance. In the future, don’t look at her photos reminiscing, okay?"
"What Vessarian noble lady?"
Adrian Law was startled, the confusion in his eyes seemed genuine; Cecilia Vaughn was also puzzled by him, frowning slightly, contemplating whether to speak more clearly when suddenly Adrian Law’s eyes lit up bright!
The man pondered Cecilia Vaughn’s words for a few seconds, finally realizing through a mix of laughter why this little girl was so angry today!
She assumed the woman in the photo in his wallet was some Vessarian noble fiancée?
"Cecilia, you really are... adorably silly..."
Adrian Law’s expression unexpectedly relaxed, a mischievous smile directed at the girl.
"Just try saying I’m silly again!"
Cecilia Vaughn truly felt furious now, looking at the photo of that woman adeptly riding a Western-style white horse; her horsemanship was superb, and she was well-cultured in all respects.
In a moment of pique, Cecilia Vaughn wanted to break free from Adrian Law’s arms in anger.
"Yes, yes, I’m indeed not as clever as some mixed-race girl, nor as beautiful, so why don’t you go find someone else!"
"Cecilia, how could you think that way..."
Adrian Law, both amused and helpless, extended his arm, his strong muscular arm encircling Cecilia Vaughn, keeping her from escaping despite her attempts.
"Aren’t you curious to know who the woman in the photo is, hmm?"
Knowing this little girl was feeling jealous, this rare experience made the man mischievous, prompting him to tease her further.
As expected, Cecilia Vaughn flushed red, though her eyes were misty and seemed on the verge of tears, she stubbornly held back.
"I already know, don’t try to mislead me!"
Seeing her in such a state, Adrian Law realized he had taken the joke too far, quickly adopting a serious expression.
His voice was light and slow, each word clearly pronounced.
"Cecilia, that’s my mother, not some Vessarian mixed-race girl, and definitely not someone I fondly remember; my heart belongs only to you."
"You’re lying to me again..." Cecilia’s brain was frazzled with anger, yet hearing the word ’mother’ snapped her into a moment of clarity.
"Wait, your mother? The famous Susan Roswell?"
Cecilia Vaughn’s mouth gradually formed an O shape, but then quickly closed in utter embarrassment.
What a blunder this was?
She had been jealous of her already deceased mother-in-law?
Goodness!
This is truly humiliating!
Cecilia Vaughn wished she could find a crack to hide in, so the whole world, especially Adrian Law, wouldn’t see her current expression!
...
"Indeed, no deception whatsoever. Yet some little demon spilled the jealousy jar and was misled by others."
Adrian Law smiled helplessly, lightly scratching the girl’s nose, then flipped over the photo in the wallet.
Surprisingly, on the reverse side was another photo, bearing a resemblance to Susan Roswell, showing a seventeen or eighteen-year-old girl, bright as spring breezes, radiant like the sun.
"This photo on the back is of my sister, Nancy Law... to prevent someone from feeling irrational jealousy again."
"..."
This left Cecilia Vaughn feeling even more embarrassed.
Her expression awkwardly tangled with her fingers, her delicate face already burning, ohhhh, this is terribly mortifying.
Meanwhile, Cecilia Vaughn couldn’t help but grit her teeth.
"It’s all Rosalind White’s fault; if she didn’t deliberately mislead me, I wouldn’t have made this error..."
"I should have introduced them properly before."
Adrian Law gazed at the girl’s discomfort, his voice carrying a touch of melancholy: "Because my mother and Nancy have an unresolved vendetta, it’s a sore point for father, so when you visited The Law Residence, you couldn’t see their photos."
It was this gap that Rosalind White exploited.
Thinking of this, Adrian Law’s eyes flashed coldly.
Oh, that woman, if not for her remaining usefulness...
"Regardless, it’s your fault," Cecilia Vaughn drowsily murmured, then nervously clutched Adrian Law’s arm.
"Adrian, is it true, before me, you had that Vessarian fiancée?"
If Rosalind White concocted it, it shows how calculated she is.
Lies hold the most power when they contain half-truths.
In Cecilia Vaughn’s slightly anxious gaze, Adrian Law pursed his lips in silence for several seconds, finally nodding.
"Yes, I was once engaged to a Vessarian noblewoman, but..."
