The next second, the man’s lips came unexpectedly, drowning all the girl’s screams...

Cecilia Vaughn swallowed, her heart frantically hinting at danger, but what could she do? When it came to physical strength, there seemed to be a natural gap between her and Adrian Law.

Cecilia had no choice but to glare at the man fiercely, trying to convey her displeasure through her gaze.

"Cecilia, it’s okay, if you’re unhappy, I don’t mind if you turn the tables and become the queen."

Turn the tables and become the queen, or rather the queen trapped on the bed?

"..."

Cecilia gritted her teeth and could only give Adrian a complimentary exclusive eye roll.

Once again today, this guy has expanded her worldview.

...

Fortunately, Adrian Law eventually considered the fact that they were staying at the Law Family residence and had to be there for three days. If he really exhausted Cecilia to the point where she couldn’t get out of bed, with her thin-skinned personality, she’d probably hate him to death.

So, Adrian restrained himself a bit, really only went at it one more time, and then let Cecilia off the hook.

Yet this time, it was exceptionally long.

"Stop, no more—"

Cecilia really didn’t want to recall all the details, only remembering pleading pitifully in the man’s arms.

"Good girl, Cecilia, did I hurt you? Let me take you to shower..."

The man propped his chin with one hand as he looked at her, his tone carrying a lazy satisfaction, indescribably genteel and charming.

This wolf in human clothing!

Hypocrite!

Big scoundrel!

Cecilia was seething and could only throw a pillow fiercely at Adrian’s face.

Adrian was not at all annoyed, still smiling warmly at her, his eyes more radiant than the evening glow.

"Still got the strength to throw a pillow, huh? How about another round?"

Another round?

Wouldn’t that be the end of her?

Cecilia rubbed her waist and quickly played weak.

"...No, please, President Law, Mr. Law, Mr. Big Brother, I surrender!"

Cecilia admitted defeat, while Adrian leisurely watched her, the curve of his lips even more joyful: "Good girl, how could I bear to force you? Come on, soak for a while and your muscles will relax."

"..."

Cecilia was speechless, thankful that Stacy Summers had prepared a room nearly a hundred square meters, with a luxurious bathroom inside as well.

However, when Cecilia saw the bathtub filled with rose petals, she was still stunned by Stacy Summers’ imaginative mind.

The big red quilt twined like lovebirds wasn’t enough, now there was a bathtub full of petals, tsk tsk.

Grandma, I admire your taste.

...

When Adrian gently submerged her into the water, Cecilia felt as if all her pores opened up completely.

Adrian didn’t go too far this time, simply lying down with her without any excessive actions.

Cecilia comfortably squinted her eyes, like a lazy cat basking in the sun, losing track of time.

Cecilia played with the water, letting out a contented sigh: "Was Grandma always this whimsical? A rose petal bath, I thought only people on TV would do this."

"Cecilia, you’ve just now realized what Grandma is like?"

Adrian raised an eyebrow, asking with a smile.

"..."

Cecilia was left speechless, her mind suddenly recalling the first time she and Adrian visited The Law Residence, when Stacy Summers gifted her those jade ornaments and red undergarments.

Yes, The Matriarch of The Law Group, highly impressive.

...

Cecilia didn’t know that while she and Adrian were enjoying the rose petal bath, someone was still standing at their door.

Rosalind White stood there, looking lost, staring blankly at the closed carved wood door.

She heard the sound of the door being locked.

She didn’t know if she was being masochistic or what, but she stood there until now.

Actually, the room was well soundproofed, almost unhearable.

But Rosalind could well imagine what that shameless woman, Cecilia, was doing with her Adrian, who should have been hers.

Her once perfectly shaped lips had been bitten pale, her expression filled with humiliation and embarrassment, as if being publicly disgraced by someone.

...

Clearly, it shouldn’t be this way.

Rosalind lowered her head dazedly, staring at the red jade bracelet on her left hand carved with a phoenix soaring through the nine heavens.

Adrian is like a dragon among men, and she should be his destined benefactor, the auspicious phoenix that helps him soar through the heavens.

The sage at the Sage’s Mercy Temple asserted that this is an unchangeable destiny.

Even if it wasn’t true, she was going to make it true.

A cold breeze blew through, and Rosalind gathered her arms a bit fiercely, tasting iron in her mouth, trying to get her feet to move so she could leave this place and regain some composure.

She couldn’t stay here any longer, or she couldn’t guarantee she wouldn’t fall apart.

Just when Rosalind was about to turn away, she suddenly heard a faint meowing sound from the balcony at the end of the hall.

"Meow~"

Rosalind paused and looked up to see an extremely adorable Linqing Lion Cat.

The cat’s body was round and plump, like a snow-white glutinous rice dumpling, lazily leaning against the railing, grooming its long fur, its heterochromatic eyes—one green and one blue—narrowed in contentment.

She wondered who it was; turns out, it was the little beast she looked down on, the one that scratched her arm!

Rosalind felt like lightning had flashed through her heart, illuminating the dark corners, but soon it returned to its former gloom.

"Your name is Mimi, right?"

Rosalind pulled a cold smile, taking step by step towards the balcony at the end of the hallway.

The naturally heterochromatic-eyed Lion Cat didn’t retreat when it saw this woman approaching, merely lifted a small paw with disdain, as if expressing a human-like contempt with those odd-colored eyes.

"Meow..."

Even a cat looks down on me?

Animals shouldn’t have such rich emotions, yet Rosalind felt she understood Mimi’s feelings, and it all seemed so ridiculous to her.

"Little one, are you hungry?"

In a flash of inspiration, Rosalind took some leftover crumbs from the hall and scattered them in front of Mimi.

But Mimi did not eat them.

It seemed this little beast, like its despicable owner, refused a toast only to drink a forfeit.

Thinking this, a nearly tender smile formed on Rosalind’s face.

"Little one, come with me; big sister will treat you well."

Mimi watched this woman warily, trying to retreat, but who knew that something was sprayed from Rosalind’s hand, colorless and odorless.

Its beautiful odd-eyed blinked, instantly becoming weak and fell off the railing.

...

Three hours later.

After soaking in the rose bath and napping for a few hours, Cecilia felt completely refreshed, and suddenly remembered Mimi.

"Ah, right, I forgot to feed Mimi dinner."

"Don’t worry, the servants will take good care of it."

Cecilia glared at Adrian.

"You know how fussy it is, what if it doesn’t eat food from others?"

As soon as they reached the door, a servant rushed over to report, all flustered.

"Young Master, Young Madam, trouble! Mimi is missing!"