Fiona Vaughn smiled as she gazed at Cecilia Vaughn, leaning delicately against Tyson Law’s arm, her hand casually brushing over her own belly.

"Oh, actually, Tyson and I didn’t plan to get our marriage certificate so early, but the baby in my belly is just eager to come out, so we have to hurry up with the wedding."

In the past, Fiona would never have subscribed to the idea of marrying because of a pregnancy.

But she knew that, in the eyes of the Law Family, this would be The Law Group’s first eldest son.

Only, the origin of this child...

Fiona’s hand stiffened gradually, but her face remained blossoming with a smile, carefully masking her worries.

——She had found out that around three or four months of pregnancy, she could do amniocentesis to verify the DNA, and she still had a 50% chance to gamble.

Of course, in the worst-case scenario she could just get rid of this one, it’s not like she couldn’t have another.

Cecilia and Adrian have been married for so long, Adrian probably has some health issue and can’t even produce an heir; wouldn’t The Law Group’s prestige eventually fall into her and Tyson’s hands?

She blinked at Cecilia, her bright eyes carrying an almost innocent question, and if Cecilia hadn’t already seen through her malicious true nature, she might have been deceived.

"Sister, you and Adrian seem to have always been very low-key; you didn’t even have an engagement party. Are you really not planning to make up for a wedding either?"

...

Under the table, Adrian silently squeezed Cecilia’s hand, scanning the people present, speaking very deliberately, word by word.

"About the wedding..."

But Cecilia interrupted him blandly, tightening her grip on his hand.

"Adrian and I have thought about it, a wedding is just an external formality, and we don’t care about it. Moreover, with the new year approaching, the family is already overwhelmed with preparations for your wedding, and we don’t want to add to the chaos."

Adrian’s dark eyes fixated on Cecilia, as if trying to discern whether she truly didn’t care.

Cecilia looked back at him with a gentle smile, her expression calm and undisturbed.

To her, what mattered was that the person she loved was the right one, not all the pomp and circumstance.

Fiona, pretending to be surprisingly shocked, covered her mouth, although her pose was somewhat affected, her exquisite beauty was undeniable.

"Oh my, sister, you’re so different! Tyson told me that every girl deserves a grand and unforgettable wedding. He’s planning a grand cruise ship wedding for me, so lavish and monumental!"

Cecilia remained noncommittal, showing no sign of envy, causing Fiona to purse her lips, feeling a bit awkward but couldn’t help maliciously speculate if Cecilia was just pretending to be calm.

What girl wouldn’t want a dreamlike wedding ceremony?

Fiona didn’t buy it anyway.

...

Although the chef at the Law Family was quite skilled, Cecilia found the meal tasteless after the repeated jabs.

After finishing her first bowl of rice, she politely nodded towards Stacy Summers and Frank Law.

"Grandma, Uncle Law, I’m full."

Frank Law pondered, thinking her tiny appetite was really delicate, fearing she might not be good at bearing children in the future.

With that thought, he glanced at Fiona’s belly more appreciatively; although Tyson’s choice of wife wasn’t ideal, at least she respected her elders, and her belly was proving fruitful.

The moment Cecilia set down her chopsticks, Adrian also stood up, silently accompanying her upstairs.

...

Servants had long arranged a room for Cecilia and Adrian.

However, it wasn’t Adrian’s original residence, as Stacy Summers felt it was too cold and specifically rearranged one.

Thus, upon entering, Cecilia was greeted by a room full of red embroidery, especially the mandarin duck-patterned wedding bedspread, making her mouth twitch.

It was indeed celebratory, so red it was practically blinding!

Adrian deciphered Cecilia’s indescribable expression and a faint smile appeared on his lips.

"It’s Grandma’s taste."

"I figured."

If Adrian ever got into this style, the sun would likely rise from the west.

"Cecilia, you ate so little earlier; are you still hungry?"

Adrian sat in a leather swivel chair, and before Cecilia could answer, he picked up an apple from the plate and started peeling it with a fruit knife.

The way he handled the knife was elegant; such small tasks were done with an air of noble grace. Even the peel came off seamlessly, not breaking once.

Finally, a lovely, tender apple was handed over, and Cecilia cheekily took a bite.

"Adrian, you treat me so well, just like my mom."

Indeed, besides Adrian, only Wendy Sutton had ever cut apples for Cecilia.

The girl’s lips were charming as she bit into the apple, her smile light and her bright eyes curving like crescent moons, almost bewitching the man.

However, when Adrian caught the exact comparison Cecilia made, his expression darkened.

"What did you say? Say it again."

He leaned in ominously, wrapping his arms around Cecilia’s waist, his Adam’s apple slightly bobbing.

No man likes to be compared to a woman, even if it’s Cecilia’s mother.

...

"Oh, did I say something wrong? Is that not okay?"

Facing Adrian’s ambiguous gaze, Cecilia took another bite of the apple, fearlessly teasing him.

"Then, how about this: My Adrian, the most domestic in the world?"

Before Cecilia could even finish speaking, Adrian suddenly pressed her onto the vividly red wedding bedspread.

"Ah, Adrian, what are you doing—"

Cecilia gasped, shocked at Adrian’s sudden actions.

Little did she know that lying on the wedding bedspread, with the red mandarin duck pattern, made her skin look even more strikingly pale and enticing.

"Cecilia, you were the one who provoked me first."

Adrian’s expression was hard to read as he gazed at her, suddenly smiling, his fingers gliding over Cecilia’s collarbone, and his thin lips descending.

The man’s lips were so hot, so powerful, that Cecilia felt the air currents tingling, making her a bit flustered.

"It’s still daytime! Adrian, don’t—"

What’s more, this wasn’t at Starfall Bay, they were at The Law Residence, and a servant could pass by the door at any moment!

Cecilia’s mind was in chaos, but the man eagerly kissed her, his hand tugging at the belt of her coat, then slipping inside her clothing...

The girl’s face instantly turned beet red.

"Don’t..."

Adrian chuckled lowly, intentionally misconstruing her words.

"Don’t stop?"

Cecilia was flustered, her heart rate quickening, her breath catching, and her body reflexively going soft.

Just as both were a bit breathless, a swift knocking sounded at the door outside.

"Sister-in-law, I forgot to give you the repaired Red Jade Bracelet earlier, can I come in now?"

It was Rosalind White.