Chapter 261: Chapter 261: Who Is More Noble
Staring at Rosalind White, who was gracefully standing in the courtyard, Fiona Vaughn was stunned and couldn’t help but glance at Cecilia Vaughn again.
Alike, truly too alike.
If the three of them walked down the street together, more people would probably mistake Cecilia Vaughn and Rosalind White for real sisters.
Such resemblance wasn’t just 60-70%, at least it was 30-40%.
The key was that their facial features were similar; both had almond eyes, black hair, and lovely lips. However, Cecilia had a kind of unworldly indifference, while Rosalind was much more approachable, charming, and gentle.
...
Fiona Vaughn had never seen Rosalind White before, but thinking carefully, a girl who could call The Eldest Young Master Law "Adrian" so naturally and stood confidently in The Law Residence as if it were her own must be that famous Miss White.
Initially, Fiona thought the other was just the daughter of a butler, and even if she had saved Adrian Law, it was just temporary gratitude, and she looked down on it.
Later, Chloe Alden explained that this woman was born with good fortune, a natural noble. Many in the high society had some superstitions, so Rosalind White received far better treatment at the Law Family than Fiona did at the Vaughn Family.
A woman like this not only shouldn’t be offended, but it would also be best to ally with her as a friend.
...
Seeing Rosalind White’s eyes, which were all glued to Adrian Law, Fiona Vaughn immediately wiped her tears and warmly greeted her.
"Miss, you’re so beautiful! My name is Fiona Vaughn, you can call me Fiona. Can we be friends?"
No woman doesn’t love being complimented on their appearance, and Rosalind White was no exception. Moreover, the enemy of an enemy is a friend, so Rosalind was also quite polite to Fiona.
"Hello, I’m Rosalind White."
"Wow, your name suits you, Miss White, you are as beautiful as irises on the riverbank."
"You’re beautiful too, Fiona."
...
Cecilia Vaughn got goosebumps from their commercial-level mutual flattery, so she grabbed Adrian Law’s hand, wanting to go inside.
Unexpectedly, Rosalind White suddenly left Fiona Vaughn, seeming especially excited, and walked over, gazing obsessively at Adrian Law.
"Adrian, why are you being so cold to me? I just greeted you, and you didn’t even respond."
That tone...
Cecilia Vaughn’s goosebumps multiplied.
She looked speechlessly at Adrian Law, and suddenly saw the man beside her nod slightly to Rosalind White, with cool indifference.
Is that considered a response? Such disrespect!
Rosalind White’s smile froze.
Even Fiona Vaughn was quite surprised.
She once thought that given Rosalind White and Cecilia Vaughn looked rather similar, maybe Rosalind was the true love of The Eldest Young Master Law, but Adrian’s expression clearly suggested otherwise.
Tyson Law was long accustomed to Adrian Law’s indifference towards Rosalind White.
Ah, strange indeed, despite being a lifesaver, even though the Law Family provided Rosalind White with immeasurable wealth, his brother was too harsh, never even offering a friendly demeanor.
"Fiona, let’s go inside and change our clothes."
"Okay."
Fiona Vaughn nodded obediently, glancing back at Rosalind White and Adrian Law while walking, curious about their real relationship.
...
Now only three remained, and Rosalind White’s expression became increasingly awkward.
Adrian Law paid her no mind but rather turned his head towards Cecilia Vaughn, naturally taking the cat Mimi from her arms.
"Cecilia, it’s windy here, let’s go too. Mimi is heavy, let me carry it."
This little fellow has been eating too much lately, at this rate, its weight might rival the famous fat orange cat in the feline world.
Mimi, with its one blue and one green eye, was resting in Cecilia Vaughn’s arms and lazily woke up with the change, but upon seeing its handsome male owner, it meowed lazily before dozing off again.
A life without fish snacks is so boring; don’t wake it up.
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Rosalind White stared in disbelief at the cat in Adrian Law’s arms.
No, how can this be, was she seeing things?!
Nobody knew better than Rosalind White how severe Adrian Law’s cleanliness obsession was. He couldn’t tolerate shedding pets or even normal human contact.
Yet now Adrian not only held Cecilia’s hand naturally but also comfortably held a large white cat?
This change, was it all because of Cecilia Vaughn?
Rosalind was so jealous she could gnash her teeth, yet she wouldn’t admit that this might be the answer.
...
"Adrian, what made you suddenly interested in having a cat? Is this a rare exotic breed? It looks somewhat like a Ragdoll or Persian cat but I can’t quite tell."
Rosalind pretended to be extremely interested, hurriedly stepping forward to ask.
Adrian Law frowned impatiently, without the slightest intention to answer, while Cecilia Vaughn replied for him with a cheerful smile.
"Miss White, Mimi was picked up by me on a rainy day. But you’re mistaken, Mimi is actually an authentic Linqing Lion Cat from Veridia. Though it’s from a mix, it’s still a local cat type."
"..."
A local cat?
So ordinary?
Rosalind White looked at Mimi’s somewhat chubby and fluffy white body and initially thought its dichromatic eyes were quite beautiful, lazy yet noble. Upon closer inspection, it seemed worthless!
Nowadays, what high society family would keep a local cat as a pet?
Only a short-sighted woman like Cecilia Vaughn would have such low taste, even dragging Adrian down with her!
...
"So it’s a local cat..."
Rosalind White immediately glanced disdainfully at Mimi, speaking in an eager tone but with underlying contempt for local cats.
"Adrian, this cat is dumb-looking. I’ve seen others keeping those foreign pedigree cats like Ragdolls and Munchkins, aren’t they all cuter than domestic ones? Should I get you one next time?"
"No need."
Adrian Law coldly glanced at Rosalind White, yet she only felt a thrill in her heart, involuntarily reaching her hand to stroke Mimi’s fur to get closer to Adrian.
Who knew that the Linqing Lion Cat, which had been peacefully napping in Adrian’s arms, would suddenly lift its paw fiercely, swiping a shallow scratch on Rosalind’s arm!
Although Mimi’s claws were often trimmed, the scratch was shallow, yet Rosalind’s pale skin made the blood appear quite severe.
Cecilia Vaughn was also stunned.
"Mimi..."
Serves Rosalind right for speaking ill of Mimi!
It’s often said animals are the most spiritual, knowing exactly who treats them well and who doesn’t, discerning true intentions from false.
...
Her arm!
As expected, the little beast and its owner are cut from the same cloth!
Not only are they out of sync with her, but they’re also equally shameless!
Gritting her teeth in jealousy, Rosalind White stared at Mimi, raising her hand high to seize and smash this cat to death!
