Mr. Law's Official Announcement: He is a Wife-Doting Fanatic!

Tyson Law saw the text message, and the look of shock on his face was unmistakable.

A child?

Fiona is pregnant with his child?

Didn’t they always take precautions during those times by using condoms? How could there be a child?

Tyson Law staggered a step, his heart completely overtaken by shock, soon turning into confusion.

Could it be... he’s going to be a father?

Clearly, long ago, he really wanted a child with Fiona Vaughn, but Fiona was busy with her career in the entertainment industry and refused to consider having a baby, which made him upset for quite a while.

Now that his long-time wish was coming true, Tyson Law’s heart felt like a mess of mixed emotions.

Since that engagement party, the Vaughn and Law families have been estranged, with his mother, Mabel Keaton, repeatedly warning him to stay away from anything related to the Vaughn family. He hasn’t contacted Fiona Vaughn for days...

Besides his mother’s advice, his mind is still occupied by Cecilia Vaughn’s image at the engagement party—she was so beautiful that Fiona looked plain in comparison. Tyson Law even felt some reluctance to interact with his nominal fiancée.

But now Fiona is pregnant with his child!

Even though this wasn’t what he currently expected, Tyson Law bit his lip and finally sent a text message to Fiona Vaughn.

—Fiona, which hospital are you at? I’m coming to see you right away.

Thinking about Fiona Vaughn possibly having a baby connected by blood to him, Tyson Law’s eyes showed a hint of guilt, and his mind seemed to conjure up that delicate figure, so lovable.

He finally started to remember Fiona Vaughn’s good qualities.

Compared to Cecilia Vaughn, who seemed prickly all over, Fiona... might truly love him, right?

Tyson Law quickly received the reply from Fiona Vaughn with an address.

—Tyson, are you finally willing to see me? Fiona really misses you.

—I’m currently in the inpatient ward of Stellerton Dawnlight Hospital, Tyson. Fiona knows she was wrong, please don’t leave me and the baby, okay?

Stellerton Dawnlight Hospital...

This is a private hospital, right? I haven’t even heard of its name, why would Fiona choose it?

Without pondering further, he immediately got into the Bentley Continental and drove to that unheard-of high-end private hospital.

...

Cecilia Vaughn and Adrian Law were unaware of Fiona Vaughn’s ”pregnancy” incident.

They had planned to visit their grandmother in Veridia City, but after today’s commotion, it’s too late to go, so they decided to wait until Saturday morning to leave.

Cecilia Vaughn had been caught in the rain all night, her body was tired, and she felt a bit woozy, unknowingly falling asleep while Adrian Law drove.

”Cecilia, we’re home, wake up...”

Adrian Law stopped the car in the underground garage, seeing the girl deeply asleep in the passenger seat, a helpless smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

Cecilia Vaughn was quiet when asleep, like a child unaware of worldliness, shedding all her usual sharpness and defensiveness, pouting slightly like an infant.

Adrian Law leaned in closer, only then noticing the sparkling liquid at the corner of the girl’s lips.

Cecilia... she’s drooling?

Adrian Law chuckled, shaking his head. He might have a long-standing cleanliness obsession, but seeing Cecilia Vaughn’s childlike pout softened his heart irresistibly.

He took out an embroidered handkerchief, carefully approached Cecilia Vaughn, gently wiping away the drool from her lips.

”Hmm... Mm... roast pork trotter... smells so good, I want some...”

The girl seemed to sense the man’s proximity, murmured in her sleep with soft whispers, yet her hand precisely grabbed Adrian Law’s wrist, pulling it into her mouth, continuing to smack...

Adrian Law: ”...”

He was amused and helpless; his hand was delicate and long, joints like jade, utterly dissimilar to a roast pork trotter.

Despite the amusement in his heart, Adrian Law let Cecilia Vaughn hold his hand and aggressively kiss it.

Luckily, Cecilia Vaughn didn’t have a habit of biting, only letting her rosy lips persistently lick Adrian Law’s wrist, her exquisitely porcelain face pressed tightly against the man’s palm, her thick, fan-like eyelashes long and curled, whisking across the man’s skin like little whirlpools.

A bit ticklish, and somewhat... enticing.

Adrian Law’s eyes grew darker; he stared at the girl’s rosy lips, his Adam’s apple moved subtly.

Cecilia, silly and foolish in her dreams, like an eternal child, innocently stirs him, making him want to wholeheartedly possess her.

Adrian Law swallowed hard, his flickering eyes clearing momentarily, as he leaned down to whisper softly in Cecilia Vaughn’s ear.

”Cecilia, stop nibbling... this isn’t a pork trotter.”

Another bite, and the fire in his body would be sparked by this little imp.

—This little imp, so irresponsible, not taking care of the aftermath.

Enough of this, who told him to accept it, unwilling to bully her?

...

Whether due to Adrian Law’s whispered words, or Cecilia Vaughn finally losing interest in Adrian Law’s so-called ”big pork trotter”,

The girl peacefully released Adrian Law’s wrist, shifting to snuggle against Adrian Law’s chest, sleeping soundly.

Adrian Law: ”...”

Knowing the girl was genuinely exhausted, Adrian Law affectionately pinched Cecilia Vaughn’s nose bridge, then lowered his body, carefully lifting the slumbering girl in his arms, heading toward his own villa.

As they moved, the two seemed to be entwined vines, reliant on each other, unable to separate.

...

Arriving home, Cecilia Vaughn still didn’t wake up.

Adrian Law sighed helplessly, first going to the bathroom to fill it with hot water.

Cecilia had been drenched in rain all night, her clothes soaked and sticky, surely uncomfortable.

Considering it over, Adrian Law couldn’t bring himself to wake her, deciding to bathe Cecilia Vaughn himself.

Only, Adrian Law overestimated his self-control.

...

The steam wafted, blurring the entire room with a hazy atmosphere.

Adrian Law inhaled slightly, after a mental build-up, he finally began to unbutton Cecilia Vaughn’s clothes, placing her in the bathtub.

Cecilia Vaughn was now well-behaved, unknowingly allowing Adrian Law to strip her, like an innocent child, wholly reliant on Adrian Law.

Adrian Law’s gaze shifted again and again, his warm, solid hand lingering on the girl’s skin, attempting a sincere wash-down for Cecilia Vaughn.

But, he had never genuinely observed Cecilia Vaughn under the light like this.

Cecilia was always shy; they had never bathed together. Today was the first time.

Cecilia Vaughn’s skin was very fair; just a slight press from Adrian Law resulted in faint red marks.

Adrian Law studied the impressions he had made on Cecilia Vaughn, like cherished signs, with his expression gradually darkening.

——They were his marks, unique signs.

Cecilia.

His solely owned Cecilia...

The man’s gaze grew obscure, his breath uncontrollably disordered.

”Mm, roast pork trotter... don’t run away...”

And Cecilia Vaughn unconsciously clutched Adrian Law’s big hand, pulling the man into the bathtub—