Chapter 267: Chapter 267: How Dare You Call This a Proper Marriage?
Frank Law was trembling with anger, his eyes fixed fiercely on Cecilia Vaughn.
This woman actually dared to defy to this extent!
Not only did she lack the demeanor of a virtuous lady from a prominent family, but she was also full of rebelliousness!
How could such a strong-willed and defiant woman become the mistress of The Law Group?
He would never allow his son to marry someone like her!
...
Just as Frank was burning with rage, Rosalind White walked over.
She happened to hear Cecilia Vaughn’s statement and inwardly sneered at Cecilia’s self-destructive behavior, but her words were gentle persuasion.
"Sister-in-law, you’re being too extreme. How can you speak of Uncle Law like that?"
"That’s right, even being born is a skill. But don’t you see how many heirs of wealthy families become wastrels, dragging down their parents’ vast businesses? Uncle Law is truly a dragon among men!"
Rosalind White moved forward slowly, every expression on her face seemingly calculated, poised and elegant, like an exquisite painting.
"Uncle Law, you just got off the plane. Please don’t let a moment of anger harm your health. Sister-in-law is still young; you shouldn’t bicker with a child."
With Rosalind stepping in as the good person and subtly flattering him, Frank’s anger slightly subsided, yet when looking at Cecilia, his mouth still pulled into a sarcastic smile.
"Rosalind, don’t defend such a woman. She’s still young? Hah, she’s the same age as you! Why doesn’t she seem as sensible as you?"
Frank looked at Rosalind with regret.
After all, she was a girl he had watched grow up, excelling in every art and being quite beautiful. Although her social standing was indeed a bit too low, she had a "Noble Fate" personally endorsed by the master of Sage’s Mercy Temple, which no socialite could compare to.
Despite his eldest son once being saved by Rosalind’s life, and having lived under the same roof for over a decade, why hadn’t he fallen for Rosalind?
...
Cecilia merely smiled without saying a word upon hearing Rosalind’s remarks.
If it were someone of extraordinary intelligence and self-discipline, having grown up under the influence of the Law Family’s education, grooming another "dragon among men" wouldn’t be too difficult.
However, sometimes God is just so unfair. While you’re thinking all roads lead to Olaria, others are simply born in Olaria. For those chosen by fate, even if they make mistakes, their parents often cover for them.
So ordinary people can only rely on themselves and work twice as hard. It’s hard for talent to emerge from humble beginnings, and that’s the bitter truth.
...
"Alright, alright, Uncle Law, don’t be angry. Sister-in-law, why don’t you apologize to Uncle Law?"
Standing by Frank’s side, Rosalind gave Cecilia a slight smirk with an innocent smile, hiding all the unspoken coldness and malice behind her beautiful face.
Cecilia pressed her lips together, looking at Frank’s face, which bore a striking resemblance to Adrian Law’s. After all, this man was Adrian’s elder, so it wouldn’t hurt to soften a bit.
Just as Cecilia’s lips began to move, Frank brushed her off with disgust.
"Forget it, any apology you make would be insincere. I don’t need to hear it."
"Uncle Law, please, why not give sister-in-law a way out?"
Rosalind feigned frustration, stamping her foot like a charming and considerate young lady.
"Come on, Uncle Law, Adrian, sister-in-law, let’s not stand here in the cold wind. We’re all family; why be mad at each other? Actually, Grandma asked me to call you all for dinner."
"Alright, Rosalind, let’s go."
Frank nodded quickly at Rosalind, not even sparing Cecilia or Adrian a glance.
The previously angry man had regained his composure, with an imposing air between his brows, like turbulent seas at night, hiding unseen reefs beneath the waves.
...
Cecilia didn’t mind at all, enjoying being transparent.
No need to apologize, great. Did they really think she wanted to yield? She didn’t feel she was wrong; she was just too blunt, and many people didn’t like that.
Adrian noticed Cecilia rolling her eyes at the backs of Rosalind and Frank, and a slight smile curled on his dignified, noble face.
This girl.
"Alright, Cecilia, let’s go, have lunch. Weren’t you starving?"
Hearing this, Cecilia looked up suddenly, a brilliant smile spreading across her face, like a summer flower in the chilly winter day.
"Okay, but let me wash a couple of jujubes first."
He had climbed the tree to pick them for her himself, and although Frank’s scolding midway had been a downer, she would forever remember Adrian picking those jujubes.
Sometimes, one really has to thank fate’s arrangements. With him around, she understood what happiness tasted like.
Rosalind envied Adrian for buying her a multi-million-dollar Spring Thunder Zither, but for Cecilia, the jujubes he picked with his own hands were far more precious.
...
Adrian watched her with a smile, unable to resist poking Cecilia’s forehead with his finger.
"Just let me have them. I’ll wash them for you."
The courtyard had a washbasin, but the outdoor taps were all icy cold, and he didn’t want Cecilia to freeze.
Adrian carefully selected a few plump, crisp ones, washed them meticulously, and then handed them to the girl’s mouth.
"Does it taste good?"
"Delicious!"
These winter jujubes were probably the sweetest thing she’d ever tasted.
In the winter sunshine, Cecilia’s lips were as red as flowers. Adrian’s deep gaze softened little by little as he watched her.
"If they taste good, we’ll transplant a jujube tree to Starfall Bay when we go back. I’ll pick them for you myself in the future. Come on, Cecilia, let’s eat."
...
Back in the hall, they found most people had already gathered.
Rosalind sat beside Stacy Summers, amusing the elder, while Frank and Mabel Keaton sat together, with Fiona Vaughn and Tyson Law on their lower left.
The dishes, of course, had long been served by the servants.
Though a family feast, it was as grand as a Manchu-Han imperial feast.
When Cecilia and Adrian entered, all eyes instantly turned to them.
Fiona, who had been whispering with Tyson, presumably hearing about Cecilia confronting Frank from Rosalind, stood up like a hostess, her smile carrying a hint of superiority as she looked at Cecilia.
"Sister, come on over. Why are you so late, keeping everyone waiting?"
Adrian was composed as he pulled out a chair for Cecilia.
"It was my fault."
Fiona’s smile suddenly faded, looking slightly embarrassed.
"No wonder, I was wondering why sister was so slow."
Seeing Adrian’s insistence on defending Cecilia, Fiona’s eyes turned quickly, changing the topic to flaunt.
"Sister, our wedding with Tyson is at the end of the month. I wonder when Mr. Law and you are planning to have your ceremony? Without a wedding, people will surely make fun of you..."
A woman without even a wedding to her name, can she really be called legitimately married?
