Am I experiencing a hallucination?
Cecilia Vaughn knew she was sowhat attractive, but who was Adrian Law? As the Crown Prince of The Law Group, he was probably surrounded by won as beautiful as clouds.
How could he possibly be attracted to a girl he had just t for two days?
...
"Is calling my na that difficult, hmm?"
The man’s voice had a slightly upward lilt at the end. Though it was an indifferent and cold tone, the curve at the end rendered it irresistibly alluring.
This man’s stunning appearance was one thing, but why was his voice so pleasing to the ear as well!
Cecilia Vaughn prepared herself ntally for a long ti, biting her lip before finally speaking.
"Adri... Adrian."
They were just two simple words, but the mont she finally uttered them, Cecilia Vaughn felt a bit embarrassed.
"Good girl, Cecilia."
"..."
Cecilia Vaughn hadn’t expected Adrian Law to be so much more straightforward, able to use such an intimate form of address without any ntal burden.
Besides her family, only Mona Sumrs would call her that.
...
Seeing the girl’s flushed earlobes, an involuntary hint of a smile crossed Adrian Law’s usually indifferent eyes.
Once the certificate was signed, Cecilia Vaughn was his, right and proper. Why shouldn’t he call her Cecilia?
"Wyatt, head to Starfall Bay."
"Yes, Young Master."
Why are we going to Starfall Bay?
Cecilia Vaughn was taken aback: "Young Master Law..."
The man gave her a displeased glance, and Cecilia quickly corrected herself: "Adrian, aren’t you going back to the office?"
It’s a workday, after all, and the head of The Law Group was surely overloaded with business matters, yet here he was wasting ti with her!
"No worries, I’ll take you ho first so you can get familiar with it."
...
Ho, such an unfamiliar and distant term.
Cecilia Vaughn bit her pale cherry lips, her beautiful almond eyes reflecting a hint of lancholy.
Ever since her mother died in a shipwreck a month ago, and Florence Warner and her daughter shalessly moved into the Vaughn Residence, she no longer had a ho.
She could only rely on her brother, Evan Vaughn.
Sotis, she even felt she and her brother were just outsiders to the Vaughn Family.
Noticing Cecilia Vaughn’s change in mood, Adrian Law’s dark eyes deepened, and he made a solemn promise.
"Cecilia, from now on, I’m your ho."
"..."
It’s just a fake marriage; can she really treat this man as her ho?
...
Cecilia Vaughn dared not take it too seriously. Promises too beautiful often end up as illusions.
She had been through it once already, unable to easily trust others again.
The two people in the back held their silent thoughts, and Wyatt drove swiftly, reaching Starfall Bay quickly.
This was the villa area in the Northwood District of Stellerton, considered one of the wealthiest and most opulent residential areas, where the elites liked to settle.
Having money isn’t enough; one also needs sufficient social stature.
...
The villa Adrian Law had purchased covered a large area, with a beautiful garden at the front featuring a small fountain, and marble sculptures that exuded elegance.
The villa itself was five stories tall, decorated in a harmonious blend of Eastern and Western styles, possessing an indescribable beauty under the sunlight.
After arriving, Adrian Law had Wyatt drive away.
He led Cecilia Vaughn and had her register her fingerprint at the grand golden door, so the security system wouldn’t mistakenly harm her.
"From now on, you are the mistress here."
The man’s tone was flat, and Cecilia Vaughn held her composure, feeling a bit sour inside. Could she ever take it seriously?
...
Walking inside, Cecilia Vaughn could tell this truly was Adrian Law’s residence, as it so perfectly matched his style.
The decor was remarkably simple and grand, with dark-toned Persian carpets on the floors and petal-shaped crystal chandeliers on the ceiling that emitted a subtle glow.
The entire villa was dominated by a black-and-white color sche, minimalist to the extre, not even a single potted plant or floral arrangent.
Not that it wasn’t good-looking, just that it lacked any sense of warmth.
And the paintings hanging on the walls, exceedingly artistic, concealed a kind of unspeakable luxury.
Cecilia Vaughn quickly glanced over them, and from the extent of her art knowledge, these paintings must be authentic.
Perhaps the collection within this villa was worth more than the villa itself.
...
Seemingly aware of Cecilia Vaughn’s scrutiny of the villa’s interior, Adrian Law slowly spoke.
"If you don’t like this style, you can have it redecorated, as long as it’s to your taste."
Cecilia Vaughn nodded with a faint smile, yet didn’t take it seriously.
The man’s politeness was not sothing she would indulge in.
From the first floor to the second, Adrian Law led her directly to the walk-in closet.
"This will be your place for clothes and shoes—do you like it?"
When the door opened, Cecilia Vaughn was utterly shocked.
Before her was a dazzling array of the latest high-fashion trend pieces, in all colors and types, with a vast variety.
Shoes were neatly arranged row after row, and even costics were complete.
Cecilia Vaughn felt as if she were dreaming.
Which girl on earth hasn’t fantasized about having such a room?!
Her pink lips felt a bit dry.
"Did you... prepare all this?"
It was just overnight!
Seeing Adrian Law nod, Cecilia Vaughn finally asked the most important question.
"How did you... know my size?"
"Eyeballing."
The man succinctly stated, his gaze passing over Cecilia Vaughn’s figure as if implying sothing.
A faint blush imdiately crossed Cecilia Vaughn’s face.
Never mind the rest!
How could he know specifics like her asurents so accurately?
Had he seen too many other girls?
The thought made Cecilia Vaughn inexplicably uncomfortable.
...
Seemingly aware of Cecilia Vaughn’s inner doubts, Adrian Law slightly curved his lips, adding lightly.
"Rest assured, I don’t have such a hobby; I’ve only sized you up."
"..."
The topic was too awkward, and Cecilia Vaughn’s cheeks turned thoroughly red. She quickly changed the subject.
"Has it always been just you in a villa this big?"
It was way too empty.
"From now on, it will be just the two of us living here."
The man’s tone was peaceful, inevitably catching a hint of shyness on Cecilia Vaughn’s face.
He smiled faintly: "Occasionally, Aunt Sawyer will co by for cleaning, but she doesn’t stay overnight."
...
A peculiar atmosphere seed to be brewing in the air, making hearts flutter.
Just when Cecilia Vaughn was feeling fidgety and uneasy, an incongruous sound broke the mood.
—Gurgle, gurgle, gurgle.
It was her stomach growling!
So embarrassing!
She had eaten quite a lot in the morning; Cecilia Vaughn wished she could find a hole to hide in.
"Hungry?"
The man’s phoenix eyes coolly glanced at Cecilia Vaughn, his deep and magnetic voice enchanting.
"What kind of cuisine do you like?"
"Just everyday dishes."
Cecilia Vaughn thought Adrian Law was going to take her out to eat, but then heard him say.
"Alright, I’ll go to the kitchen and prepare sothing. Be good and wait here for a while."
Seriously, could Adrian Law actually cook?!
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