Although Cecilia Vaughn didn’t say a word, Rosalind White seed to have long been accustod to Adrian Law’s attitude, colder than an iceberg, and continued to chatter excitedly.
"Adrian, I really wish you were by my side when I do these things. It’s been so long since we last t, Adrian, have you missed ?"
"Adrian, don’t always be so silent. Although I know you don’t like to talk, Rosalind really misses you. I even dream about you frequently!"
The girl on the other end of the phone teased, her tone was as natural as a girlfriend’s coquettishness to her boyfriend.
She truly suits the na Rosalind White, her voice is gentle and lodic, even without seeing her face, it evokes the image of irises by the riverbank, standing gracefully, with a faint fragrance.
...
Cecilia Vaughn’s heart sank bit by bit.
Knowing fully well that Rosalind White is Butler White’s daughter and Adrian Law’s savior, having lived at the Law Estate for over a decade, such childhood ties make her coyness very normal.
But why does she feel so sad?
She couldn’t help but be jealous of Rosalind White, who could spend over ten years growing up with Adrian Law, while she had only known him for a re month.
Cecilia Vaughn’s eyelashes trembled slightly, while Rosalind White continued to speak heartily to herself.
"Adrian, you must rember to check the emails I sent you. Those photos were specially taken for you, don’t disappoint ."
"If possible..."
Rosalind White paused, seemingly unconsciously blushing a little: "Adrian, I’m planning to return to Vesperia in a few months, can you co to pick up?"
"I haven’t told Grandma about this yet; I want to surprise Uncle and Grandma!"
If guessed correctly, the Uncle and Grandma Rosalind referred to were likely Chairman Law Frank Law and Stacy Sumrs.
Cecilia Vaughn’s eyes dimd; Rosalind White was truly as close as family with them.
In contrast, even though Cecilia got her marriage certificate with Adrian Law, she hadn’t dared to et Adrian’s father, and as a result, felt like an outsider.
...
Cecilia Vaughn could no longer endure listening, she suppressed the sourness in her heart, pretending to be unperturbed and spoke politely.
"Miss, I’m sorry, President Law just left for sothing urgent."
"If you have anything to tell President Law, you might want to try calling again later."
Rosalind White was taken aback, she hadn’t realized she had been rambling, even sharing many private matters, all heard by a stranger.
Wait, why was it a woman?
Adrian never used to work with female assistants!
Even at those personal banquet occasions where other presidents liked to have won at their side, Adrian always appeared alone, with only Wyatt Law following him.
Could he have changed?
Thinking about this, Rosalind was imdiately a bit annoyed and faintly displeased.
Being a personal assistant, work might require being around Adrian all day long; what if this woman harbored thoughts she shouldn’t have towards Adrian?
Fortunately, she would return to Vesperia soon; Adrian had managed all these years without won by his side, she had to seize the opportunity...
...
In just a few seconds, Rosalind’s thoughts fluctuated, she suppressed her irritation and gently spoke to Cecilia Vaughn.
"Hello, are you Adrian’s newly appointed executive assistant? Why isn’t Adrian here now? Did he go to a eting?"
Cecilia Vaughn had intended to dodge these questions, but for so reason, a thought painfully surfaced in her mind; she furrowed her elegant brow, forcing herself to respond calmly.
"Because President Law had a dessert with milk and felt unwell, he’s seeing the doctor."
As expected, the girl on the other end was panic-stricken, just as Cecilia anticipated.
"What?! Didn’t anyone know that Adrian is lactose intolerant?! This chef is too negligent!"
...
Indeed, she knew.
Cecilia Vaughn’s heart secretly ached as she lowered her eyes, her beautiful almond eyes slowly cast into shadow by her long lashes.
"Is there anything else I can assist you with? If not, I’ll hang up now."
"..."
What kind of behavior is this? She’s just an executive assistant, yet she wishes to hang up first? How arrogant!
Rosalind White’s discontent deepened, she could only impatiently instruct.
"Please take care of Adrian’s health and remind him to rest well."
"Oh, by the way, my na is Rosalind White. Rember to tell Adrian that I plan to return to Vesperia soon and hope he can pick up personally."
Cecilia Vaughn’s mind was in chaos; she could only shut her eyes montarily to respond.
"Okay, I got it."
...
The call finally disconnected, but Cecilia Vaughn’s heart remained unsettled for a long ti.
Her mind kept replaying the clear, lodious voice of the other lady, along with her familiar yet intimate address for Adrian Law...
Admit it, Cecilia Vaughn, you’re actually mad with jealousy.
Jealous she spent over ten years living at the Law Estate with Adrian Law...
Jealous she was so brave as a child, smartly saving Adrian Law’s life from kidnappers...
Even jealous that she knows Adrian’s living habits, aware he’s lactose intolerant and can’t consu dairy...
Gradually, the sparkle in Cecilia Vaughn’s eyes dimd.
...
Compelled by an unknown force, she approached Adrian Law’s laptop.
Adrian once told her all his passwords were set to her lunar birthday.
Cecilia Vaughn, with a mindset of trying her luck, opened the laptop’s mailbox.
Sure enough, among the unread emails was a letter from Vesperia, the words expressing unabashed admiration and longing for Adrian Law.
The attached photos contained landscapes of waterfalls and clear skies, but more prominently, the silhouette of a girl.
...
One photo after another.
She was a very beautiful girl.
Almond eyes, peachy cheeks, an egg-shaped face, lips pink and pouty, appearing gently graceful, evoking a desire for protection.
Even though Cecilia Vaughn was her rival in love, she had to concede that Rosalind White was indeed attractive.
Yet for so reason, her appearance felt vaguely familiar.
Where had she seen it before?
...
Cecilia Vaughn’s mind drifted; she couldn’t resist glancing at the mirror in the office.
Almond eyes... egg-shaped face... and those lips...
No wonder she felt familiarity; she and Rosalind White bore a striking resemblance in features, especially the eyes.
However, Rosalind’s deanor was sweet, whereas Cecilia had an aura of coolness.
...
This realization shocked Cecilia deeply.
She instinctively stepped back two paces and collapsed weakly onto the sofa cushion.
Why... did Adrian Law marry her so decisively?
Could it be... because of this face resembling Rosalind White’s?
...
Cecilia Vaughn was lost in thought when suddenly, large hands covered her eyes.
"Cecilia, what are you thinking so deeply about?"
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