Chapter 256: Chapter 256: Cecilia, Let’s Have a Child
There really was such an old story!
Cecilia Vaughn’s heart was suddenly in her throat, but having previously experienced the mix-up of having a "love rival" become her mother-in-law, she dared not let her imagination run wild again!
"But what happened? Come on, tell me! Curiosity killed the cat, you know..."
"..."
Seeing the girl persistently shaking his arm, Adrian Law couldn’t help but laugh and shook his head. Then he turned to gaze at the photo of Nancy Law and Susan Roswell, his well-defined fingers brushing over it, bringing out a soft yearning.
"That marriage was arranged by my father for the sake of an alliance. At the time, I didn’t care about it and never liked her. I thought I’d explain everything to her when the time was right."
The man’s expression gradually became more serious. Although his tone remained calm and detached, Cecilia saw the pain hidden beneath.
"I just didn’t expect that French woman would ruin little Nancy’s life..."
What does this mean?
Could it be that Nancy Law’s death was related to Adrian Law’s former fiancée?
Cecilia gazed at Adrian’s noble and compelling features and suddenly understood why Adrian never mentioned these past events in front of her.
Because, touching his sister’s blood was a scar that could never be erased.
"I’m sorry... Adrian, I really didn’t expect... I’m sorry..."
Cecilia felt guilty for being so persistent in getting to the bottom of things, never intending to hurt Adrian.
Seeing the little woman in his arms with a face full of guilt, Adrian extended his hand, gently sweeping Cecilia’s hair away from her temple and neatly tucking it behind her ear.
"Don’t say sorry. If you really feel sorry for me, why don’t we have a child? Mother and little Nancy loved little kids, Cecilia. It would be wonderful if the child could look like you and take your surname."
Though The Law Group was full of honor, who knew how many dirty secrets it held inside.
The last time he mentioned to Frank Law his desire to have his mother and sister moved out of the ancestral grave, Adrian was serious.
No woman would want to be buried alongside a cheating husband, would she?
...
A child?
Cecilia’s cheeks flushed as she quickly swatted away Adrian’s hand.
"No way! If I weren’t so used to being called Cecilia Vaughn and couldn’t change it overnight, I wouldn’t even want to use Gregory Vaughn’s surname."
"..."
Adrian remained silent for a moment, the corners of his lips quirking up as he smiled and said, "How about using your grandfather’s surname, Song? That feels nice too."
You really think far ahead.
The child is not even a remote possibility yet!
Cecilia grumbled inwardly, yet her heart felt bittersweet. There were too many chauvinistic men in this world; she had seen enough of those who insisted on overshadowing women in every matter. Seeing Adrian now, she realized how fortunate she was.
"Alright, alright, everything is such a distant matter. We’d be better off talking about your mother. Adrian, your mother was truly a devastatingly beautiful woman. It’s said that back then, in Stellerton, no one knew where she came from. Is that true?"
Seeing Adrian nod, Cecilia asked again, "But the Law Family values pedigree so much. How come they agreed?"
"You might not believe it, but back then, my father insisted on joining Sage’s Mercy Temple to become a monk just to marry my mother. If it weren’t for my grandmother wailing to stop him, he would have shaved his head. My grandfather was furious and asked him if he was willing to go through fire and water for my mother."
"Guess what he did?"
Cecilia earnestly shook her head, "I can’t guess."
Could the Old Master Law have actually found some fire and water trials?
The man cradled the petite and oblivious young woman and let out a light sigh.
"My mother told me this herself; she always clung to those happy memories. At that time, when Father came out of Sage’s Mercy Temple, the first thing he did was kneel over the walkway covered in broken glass and then personally thrust his hand into a charcoal furnace."
This unapproved marriage was thus consummated.
Such a legendary beginning seemed destined to become a beautiful tale, but unfortunately, at the end, the peerless beauty passed away, and Frank Law indulged in wine and women, oblivious of what year it was.
Cecilia was also astonished. She was silent for a long while before ultimately shaking her head.
"Back then, he might have truly loved your mother, but it’s a pity... sigh..."
"Adrian, you must never treat me like that! Otherwise, I’ll... hmm, I’ll do the same! You betray me a bit, and I’ll return the double!"
Adrian slowly displayed a profound, unfathomable smile.
"Cecilia, say that again?"
Even though he was smiling, it made Cecilia involuntarily shiver. She quickly, with great survival instinct, embraced Adrian’s waist.
"I was talking nonsense! If you don’t betray me, I won’t betray you either. Does that work?"
"Not enough... How are you going to compensate for the blame I bore today?"
The man’s eyes were as deep as the night, and before Cecilia could gather her thoughts, he seized her chin abruptly, unexpectedly claiming the girl’s lips!
"Adrian... mmm... I was wrong... mmm..."
The girl’s waist was as slim as if boneless. The man held her with one hand, but it was far from filling the void in his heart.
His fingers, directly slipped beneath Cecilia’s coat hem.
Sparking, igniting.
Adrian’s fingers seemed to carry magic, and Cecilia, confused and dazed, had already been lifted high in clothing by Adrian.
"You..."
They pressed together tightly, snugly fitting each other, Cecilia’s delicate eyes wide open, feeling weak all over.
What followed was a sweeping tide that drowned all her consciousness...
...
Inside, the warmth of spring was apparent, but outside, it was all ice and snow.
Back at the Law residence, Rosalind White and Stacy Summers returned, and indeed, the suitcase Adrian Law had arranged for a driver to bring had already arrived.
Rosalind, upon seeing the suitcase, was filled with rage, almost tempted to kick it if there weren’t others around.
It’s all Cecilia Vaughn’s fault, otherwise how could Adrian treat her so disdainfully!
Rosalind felt a belly full of grievances, and only when thinking about how she had fooled Cecilia today did she feel a little better.
"Rosalind, why are you standing there dazed? Come inside, it’s warm."
Rosalind looked at Stacy Summers, who beckoned to her with a smile from a distance. She quickly concealed her malicious look and shyly smiled back.
"Grandma, I’m relieved to see you home. I have to go out for a bit. The two Red Jade Bracelets need to be repaired, and I know a master craftsman. Otherwise, what if they’re not ready by the time my sister-in-law comes to stay on Friday?"
"You, don’t be so careless next time, hurry on now."
...
Half an hour later, Rosalind appeared in an inconspicuous gold shop.
She looked around cautiously and then knocked on the door three times before entering the inner room with ease.
"Is Master Warner here?"
"Miss White, you’re back in the country?"
An old craftsman looked at her in astonishment, his voice filled with deference.
Rosalind took out two broken Red Jade Bracelets, initially smiling, but that smile gradually turned somewhat sinister...
"Yes, I’m back. Master Warner, there’s something you need to help me with—"
