On the girl’s porcelain white left wrist, a red plum blossom blood vividly, burning like blood.
This birthmark—!
Adrian Law pressed his thin lips together, his phoenix eyes fixed on the petal-shaped red birthmark, even his eyebrows furrowed slightly.
...
Cecilia Vaughn looked at the man’s captivating gaze, unable to help feeling a bit strange.
His expression was still very indifferent, but... the way he looked at her was a bit too focused!
It carried a kind of burning intensity as if he wanted to devour her!
...
Not accustod to being watched like this, Cecilia Vaughn couldn’t help but softly remind him.
"Mr.... Mr. Law?"
Adrian Law quickly reacted, his obsidian-like eyes fixed on her without blinking.
"Miss Vaughn, your full na is Cecilia Vaughn, right?"
"Is the reason you were given this na because you were born on the lunar July 7th?"
Cecilia Vaughn was startled.
"Yes, when I was born, it happened to be the Qixi Festival."
Though he guessed the answer, Adrian Law’s heart couldn’t help but skip a beat, even his voice was a bit hoarse.
"Then is your nickna... Seven?"
...
Cecilia Vaughn looked at Adrian Law inexplicably, nodding in confusion.
"Indeed, my nickna is that... is it strange?"
Others have asked this before, and Cecilia Vaughn was long accustod to it, but it seed quite odd for The Eldest Young Master Law to ask.
Upon receiving the answer he wanted, Adrian Law’s expression subtly changed but quickly regained composure.
He gazed into Cecilia Vaughn’s eyes, deep as the sea, as if complex emotions were surging within.
"Miss Vaughn, earlier it was my fault, and I was joking about the equity."
"Let’s get married. If we don’t go to the civil affairs bureau now, I’m afraid it will close."
...
Can you understand the feeling of falling from the clouds, being a bit disappointed, yet suddenly being lifted back up?
Cecilia Vaughn had just been comforting herself, although President Law did not agree to marriage, it’s not the worst outco.
At least Adrian Law did not dislike her nor would he aid evildoers.
Who could have thought this man would directly overturn his previous attitude?
If it was a hallucination, it would be too real!
...
Cecilia Vaughn blinked her pure black watery eyes, her delicate eyebrows furrowed slightly.
"President Law, sorry, I just zoned out. Could you repeat what you said?"
Adrian Law’s phoenix eyes were deep, speaking very naturally.
"I said, earlier it was my fault. Miss Vaughn, let’s get married today; if we delay, the civil affairs bureau will close."
His voice was decisive, yet carried an undetectable trace of tenderness.
Like the gradually thawing water beneath the early spring ice, it made the heart flutter.
...
Adrian Law’s impeccably handso face, when he spoke like this, was almost intoxicating!
And Cecilia Vaughn was completely stunned!
Adrian Law truly intends to marry her?!
She was holding a saucer of coffee, very hot, and in a mont of distraction, she failed to keep it steady.
...
"Watch out—"
Adrian Law’s deep, magnetic voice mixed with the sound of the coffee spilling, reaching Cecilia Vaughn’s ears.
In just a mont, an unmistakable burning pain spread across her palm.
It hurts!
The pain brought clarity, causing Cecilia Vaughn to snap out of disbelief. She looked down and realized she had been so distracted that she overturned the coffee saucer.
The coffee flowed straight out, scalding the area from her palm to her thumb red!
"Tss—"
Cecilia Vaughn gasped lightly from the pain, trying to flex her numb and aching fingers to alleviate it.
Unexpectedly, a large male hand suddenly covered hers, along with tissues for wiping.
...
The man’s hand grasped Cecilia Vaughn’s wrist, while his other hand gently wiped away the coffee stains from her hand.
"How could you be so careless, not even able to hold a coffee saucer steady?"
His voice was casual, yet for so reason, Cecilia Vaughn heard a hint of concern and worry.
...
Would Adrian Law worry about a stranger he’s eting for the first ti?
It must be an illusion, right?
Perhaps it’s just gentlemanly conduct.
Cecilia Vaughn looked at the man wiping the coffee stains from her, unable to help but pause.
After two seconds, she realized that their current hand-touching position seed a bit too intimate.
Her shoulders trembled slightly, attempting to pull her hand away, but ended up gripped tighter by the man.
"Don’t move, let finish wiping."
The man glanced at Cecilia Vaughn casually, with an undeniable aura.
Cecilia Vaughn inexplicably found herself subdued.
...
Seeing Cecilia Vaughn finally beco obedient, Adrian Law’s mood lifted slightly, his lips unintentionally curved.
He tilted his head and pressed a button on his phone, making a call.
"Wyatt, bring over so burn ointnt, no... better yet, bring over the entire dical kit for treating burns."
...
Soon, the president’s office doors echoed with knocking, and Wyatt entered with a small box.
Upon seeing Cecilia Vaughn and Adrian Law hand in hand, Wyatt’s body shook, almost doubting his own eyes!
He had followed the young master for many years but had never seen him have physical contact with anyone!
Not even with soone of the sa gender!
...
Facing Wyatt’s incredulous gaze, Cecilia Vaughn blushed, her ears turning pink.
Actually, except for Tyson Law, this was her first ti having hand contact with another male.
Being watched by a third person made her feel even more awkward.
However, Adrian Law naturally lifted his head, speaking calmly.
"Alright, Wyatt, you can leave once you’ve put down the things."
Before leaving, Wyatt couldn’t resist sneaking a glance at Cecilia Vaughn, his mind puzzled like beating a drum.
Could it be that the young master’s thousand-year iron tree is about to bloom?
...
With Wyatt gone, the expansive president’s office was left with just the two of them, making Cecilia Vaughn feel even more uneasy.
She softly reminded him.
"Mr. Law, I can apply the ointnt myself, it’s just a small burn."
Saying this, Cecilia Vaughn attempted to free her hand from Adrian Law, but he held it tighter.
"No rush, you’re so hasty. It’s better for to apply the ointnt to ensure it’s done safely."
His voice was calm, yet carried an undeniable authority.
...
Cecilia Vaughn’s heart was stirred with a mix of emotions and even slight embarrassnt.
Honestly speaking, Adrian Law’s hands, like his face, were extrely handso, long and white like a Piano Master’s—truly a delight for hand enthusiasts.
Especially at this mont, he was seriously half-kneeling, without the slightest pretense, focused intently on applying the ointnt for Cecilia Vaughn.
Even though it was just tending to a small burn, it was as if he was protecting a rare treasure.
...
Neither spoke, yet the air grew increasingly intimate.
The man’s dry hand emitted bits of warmth, and with their skin in contact, Cecilia Vaughn felt utterly uncomfortable.
Just then, her phone suddenly rang, breaking the awkward atmosphere.
Seeing the caller ID, Cecilia Vaughn’s face suddenly changed!
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