Cecilia Vaughn was already in tears.
Her heart felt congested, like stuffed with cotton, the pain spreading infinitely.
Wyatt Law didn’t say a single wrong thing; actually, her love for Adrian Law was far less profound than his love for her.
Even though they had been together day and night for so long, she didn’t even know that he was lactose intolerant.
What right did she have to say she loved him?
...
Wyatt’s heart skipped a beat; he never imagined Cecilia would return!
To be honest, he had been prejudiced against Cecilia before, but now he did hold quite a good impression of this Young Madam. Just seeing Adrian Law fall ill with Cecilia not around, he couldn’t help but speak a bit rashly.
With her real presence here now, Wyatt was instantly flustered.
"Young Madam, why are you here? Just now you..."
Cecilia wiped away her tears, pretending to be unaffected by curving her lips into a smile.
"I didn’t hear anything just now; I only wanted to ask Adrian sothing... but now there’s no need."
As she spoke, Cecilia turned to leave.
Unexpectedly, a voice suddenly called out anxiously from behind.
"Cecilia——"
Cecilia froze, not yet turning back, her hand already grasped tightly by a large masculine hand.
...
Looking up, she saw Adrian Law’s incomparable handso face.
Only now, the man had a thin layer of sweat on his forehead, his palm cold and evidently not in a good state, yet still forcing himself to act unaffected.
Cecilia, who was about to stop crying, once more couldn’t help but shed tears uncontrollably.
In her ignorance, she hurt him, but he still chose to hide it from her...
How foolish was this man?
How deep was his love for her?
Cecilia dared not think deeper as tears stread down her cheeks, splattering onto the man’s hand.
Adrian’s brows knitted slightly, the tears were unbearably hot, almost scorching his heart.
"Cecilia, why are you crying? Did soone bully you?"
Cecilia’s throat choked, her voice blurred and unclear.
"Adrian... I’m sorry... no one bullied , it’s my fault..."
Cecilia’s heart felt raw, her usually soft voice beca hoarse.
"Adrian, if it weren’t for my insistence on making caral milk pudding for you, you wouldn’t have suffered like this, I’m really sorry, truly sorry..."
If she had been more attentive, she wouldn’t fail to notice Adrian was lactose intolerant.
From the bottom of her heart, Cecilia agreed with Wyatt’s words; if she had this condition, even if she didn’t ntion it, Adrian would definitely notice instantly.
...
Looking at the girl’s tear-soaked lashes, Adrian’s thin lips pressed tightly, his deep eyes gathering a storm that eventually cald down.
"Foolish girl... we are husband and wife; don’t say sorry ever again."
Adrian said, pulling the girl tightly into his arms.
"Cecilia, be good, it’s my fault for not telling you about my lactose intolerance; you just made a mistake out of goodwill."
"Adrian..."
Cecilia sobbed, wanting to speak but not knowing what to say.
Her tears fell heavily, rging into the man’s lapel.
Adrian didn’t feel even the slightest discomfort, instead, he took out a handkerchief embroidered with green bamboo from his sleeve and gently wiped the tears from Cecilia’s face.
Wyatt, standing aside, watched the scene in shock.
Were his eyes deceiving him?
The master was incredibly obsessive about cleanliness, couldn’t stand even the slightest dirt on his clothes, yet Cecilia’s tears and runny nose were falling all over the master’s lapel, and he showed no sign of pushing her away.
This really was too surreal!
Indeed, love can blind people!
...
Just as Wyatt was in a state of turmoil, a gentle cough sounded from behind.
"Big brother, sister-in-law, what’s going on with you two?"
"Did I co at a bad ti?"
Looking up, Cecilia saw Zion Prescott’s handso and refined face; he seed to have hurriedly arrived from Prescott Hospital, still in his white coat, not even changing clothes.
Cecilia felt a bit embarrassed and quite ashad.
She accepted the green bamboo handkerchief from Adrian’s hand, wiping her face haphazardly a few more tis, finally stopping the tears, though her eyes remained red.
"Hello, Doctor Prescott... I was just hit by sand, please don’t mind."
"By the way, how is Evan’s condition recently?"
Zion naturally understood, choosing not to expose Cecilia’s lie.
"Evan’s heart disease hasn’t acted up lately, these days he returned to school to study, hoping to keep up with class progress and prep for the exams."
Upon hearing this, Cecilia breathed a sigh of relief.
Her brother was smart and diligent since childhood; whenever she visited the hospital, Evan was often doing the "Five and Three" exercises, now being able to attend classes was certainly better.
...
Having questioned about her brother, Cecilia nudged Adrian’s arm, softly reminding.
"Adrian, since Doctor Prescott is here, why don’t you go with him to the dical room for a checkup."
The Law Headquarters had a dedicated dical building, quite expansive, with doctors available, Adrian just preferred to seek Zion Prescott.
Adrian smiled slightly, lowering his head to plant a gentle kiss on the girl’s eyelash.
"Alright, Cecilia, you can rest a while in my office, if you want to go ho I can have Wyatt take you."
He actually kissed her in front of Wyatt and Zion Prescott, this was way too...!
Though the two silently looked away, Cecilia couldn’t help but feel shy and hurriedly waved her hand.
"No need, I’ll rest a bit and take a cab ho."
Her face still bore traces of tears, her eyes too red; it wouldn’t be good for others to see, she indeed needed a little rest, and possibly an ice pack for her face.
...
Everyone left, leaving the spacious CEO office cold and quiet.
Cecilia found an ice pack to place over her eyes, feeling much relieved, when suddenly the sound of a phone vibrating echoed in the room.
Soon, the piano piece "Für Elise" rang out; Cecilia rembered, it was Adrian’s ringtone.
Who was calling Adrian?
Cecilia blinked, casually picking up the phone from the desk.
It showed Vesperia’s area code, an unfamiliar number without a na noted.
An international call from Vesperia? Could it be a scam?
...
Hitting answer, she hadn’t even spoken when a pleasant, spring-like female voice ca through.
"Adrian, did you see my email? It has all my travel photos!"
"Overseas is quite fun, I recently went rafting at the Grand Canyon and tried high-altitude gliding, the thrill of flying down was really exciting."
Adrian... such an intimate tone.
Who could address Adrian so warmly, especially now being in Vesperia.
The answer was already apparent.
The girl who once saved Adrian’s life, his childhood friend.
—Rosalind White.
Cecilia paused, her knuckles gripping the phone gradually turning white...
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