Fiona Vaughn appeared sorrowful, her eyes red as she looked at Tyson Law, crystal-like tears rolling down.
As if only this man before her was her lifelong support.
Tyson Law felt a pang of guilt, instinctively holding Fiona Vaughn even tighter.
But to move up the engagent party...
Tyson Law’s handso brow furrowed, his expression extrely conflicted.
"Fiona, I know you’ve been wronged during this ti, but to move the engagent up to next weekend, isn’t that too rushed?"
Fiona Vaughn seed exhausted, her voice tinged with fear and unease.
"Tyson... I don’t mind the rush. I know you want to give the most grand engagent scene, but I’m so afraid of losing you."
"Just now, I was so tired that I closed my eyes for a nap, and I dread of you leaving . I so want to finalize our relationship, to have everyone witness our happiness."
"As long as you are by my side, everything is fine. I don’t care how others see ."
Fiona Vaughn sniffled, and seeing the girl’s already extrely fragile but still pretending to be strong appearance, Tyson Law’s last bit of hesitation vanished.
He hugged Fiona Vaughn even tighter out of deep affection and pity.
"Alright, Fiona, as long as you’re not so sad, I’ll have the engagent party moved up. I swear with my na, I, Tyson Law, will never let you down in this life!"
Bathed in the light from outside, Fiona Vaughn’s tear-stained face looked almost as if enveloped in a holy light, tender and beautiful.
"Tyson, you’re so good."
She broke into a smile through her tears, the heavy weight in her heart finally lifted!
After being shelved by the company for three whole months, without a proper reason, how could she explain it to her fans?
As long as the engagent is confird, with various dia outlets promoting, who would want to miss out on The Second Young Master Law’s wedding scoop?
With this kind of heated attention accumulating, she couldn’t believe she wouldn’t return to the center of the entertainnt circle!
Netizens are forgetful, and the current matters are just fleeting; once the engagent ceremony is held, the rumors about her being a howrecker will naturally disintegrate, and only she and Tyson Law will be praised as the nation’s best couple!
By then, all sorts of drama roles and high-end costics endorsents would be within her grasp!
Fiona Vaughn’s beautiful eyes flashed with a glimr, greatly satisfied with the blueprint in her mind.
However, on the surface, she remained gentle, still feigning strength as she hugged Tyson Law back.
"Tyson, as long as you don’t leave , everything is fine. I can lose everything, but I cannot lose you."
...
Tyson Law tenderly kissed Fiona Vaughn’s hair.
"Fiona, you’re silly. Next week’s engagent party, I will make sure you won’t feel aggrieved."
Fiona Vaughn looked at him with affection like flowing water, her slender hands traced absent-mindedly across Tyson Law’s chest, and suddenly she offered her rosy lips to the man.
"Tyson... I love you so much, I can hardly help wanting to beco one with you right now..."
That weak, delicate appearance almost made one stare straight.
Tyson Law was also ignited by her teasing, but considering they were still in a hospital, he was a bit conflicted.
"Fiona, how about we go ho now?"
Fiona Vaughn fluttered her eyelashes seductively at Tyson Law, her voice sweet as can be.
"This is a VIP special care ward, we’ve locked the door, and no one will co. I really love you..."
Seeing Fiona Vaughn turning into soft puddle on him, Tyson Law’s masculine heart was greatly satisfied, and he couldn’t restrain anymore, pressing Fiona Vaughn onto the hospital bed.
"You little enchantress..."
Fiona Vaughn coiled around the man’s waist like a water snake, her voice persistent.
"Am I better, or is my sister better? If you don’t answer, I will lose interest."
How could the man withstand such teasing, almost answering firmly.
"Of course, you’re better! Cecilia almost seems like a wooden block, without a trace of femininity!"
"How can that wooden beauty compare to even a finger of Fiona’s?! Sweet Fiona, give yourself to , don’t tornt anymore!"
Fiona Vaughn finally felt satisfied, a captivating smile etched on her face, imdiately entwined with Tyson Law.
The night had just begun...
...
Though maligned yet again, Cecilia Vaughn was completely unaware, but even if she knew, she would only smirk coldly.
Because now, Evan Vaughn had suddenly gone into cardiac arrest, causing Cecilia Vaughn to rush straight to Prescott Hospital, with no ti to pay attention to other trifling matters.
When Adrian Law returned to Starfall Bay, he discovered his young wife was not at ho.
He saw a bright-colored sticky note left on the dining table.
—— Adrian, Evan is not in good health, I’ve gone to the hospital temporarily, not sure when I’ll be back, you’ve been busy with work lately, go to sleep first, don’t wait up for .
Wyatt Law, coming up to deliver a contract, just happened to see the man standing at the dining table with a somber expression.
"Is the Young Madam not here?"
Wyatt Law looked around curiously.
"She went to the hospital to see her brother."
Wyatt Law glanced at the sticky note on the table and then respectfully put down the file in his hand.
"Young Master, this is your contract with Stratagem New World. The funds have already been transferred."
Upon receipt, President Quinn from Stratagem gave Wyatt Law a phone call, his voice overjoyed, one can almost envision his smiling face!
Said that if the Young Master needed anything in the future, be sure to approach them for public opinion and promotions, absolutely one-hundred-percent completion guaranteed.
Seeing Adrian Law silent, Wyatt Law couldn’t help but add a sentence.
"Young Master, you’ve been worn out planning for the Young Madam, dealing with public relations companies, and connecting with historical drama directors. Now Director Chapman has agreed to consider adapting the Young Madam’s comics, you should rest more."
"It’s already ten o’clock, and since the Young Madam has told you not to wait up, you should go to bed first."
"Is it almost ten now?"
Adrian Law frowned slightly, realizing it was so late as he glanced at the Western wall clock in the living room.
Noticing the dark circles under Wyatt Law’s eyes from following him all around the past few days, Adrian then spoke.
"Wyatt, since it’s this late, you should stay at Starfall Bay tonight, and go to the company with tomorrow. There’s a guest room set up on the far end of the third floor, Aunt Sawyer cleaned it just days ago."
Wyatt wanted to refuse, but seeing the seriousness in the man’s face, he finally nodded.
"Alright, thank you, Young Master."
...
Unknowingly, it beca two in the morning.
Wyatt was woken up by the pressure of a full bladder, carefully getting up and intending to head to the third-floor bathroom.
Unexpectedly, looking down from the stairway, he saw the Young Master sitting upright at the dining table!
Adrian Law was staring at that colorful sticky note on the table, his handso features reflecting deep contemplation.
On the dining table, there was even a pot of simred millet porridge kept warm in an insulated container...
...
Wyatt’s eyes widened.
The Young Master hadn’t slept?
Could it be that, just because the Young Madam hadn’t returned yet, the Young Master had been sitting alone in the hall until now?
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