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

The atmosphere in the air suddenly dropped to freezing point.

Especially Adrian Law, who didn’t say a word, yet his chiseled face looked so forbiddingly cold at this moment that it was chilling.

Cecilia Vaughn, whose hand was being gripped tighter and tighter by the man, couldn’t help but feel a slight pain. Her delicate eyebrows instantly knitted together, her expression slightly worried.

”Adrian, are you okay?...”

As she spoke, Cecilia threw a fierce glare at Fiona Vaughn.

Normally, it wouldn’t matter, but today she and Adrian specifically came out to have fun. The two of them were laughing and joking happily, but because they saw Fiona and Tyson, the happy mood suddenly vanished because of these troublesome pests!

...

Fiona Vaughn seemed so flustered by Cecilia’s dagger-like glare that she was at a loss.

Her eyes quickly reddened with a sheen of almost pitiful tears.

”Sister, I really didn’t mean to say that. It’s just that everyone on the internet says that a girl’s first love is the most unforgettable man in her life. I didn’t say Tyson is the one you can’t forget in your lifetime...”

Fiona tightly hugged Tyson’s arm, biting the corner of her lip, looking anxious like a little rabbit.

”Tyson is my husband, the father of my unborn child. How could I possibly want another woman to have a place for him in her heart?”

Fiona paused, then genuinely bowed to Adrian Law.

”Mr. Law, please don’t misunderstand. I just blurted it out before, and I shouldn’t have mentioned the time when Sister and Tyson were learning to ride horses in high school, and he taught her, and they practiced for a long time...”

”Oh dear, did I say something wrong again? Boohoo, it was just so memorable back then, the whole class talked about them like that, it’s my fault, bringing up the wrong topic...”

Fiona’s words were pretentious and affected, obviously trying to paint Cecilia and Tyson’s past in darker shades.

But there was no denying her extraordinary beauty, even her voice was so soft it seemed impossible to criticize. A tear slid down her cheek as she looked up at Adrian Law with eyes on the verge of crying.

Adrian Law’s gaze was icy, his deep dark eyes mixed with unreadable emotions.

”Fiona Vaughn, by bringing up these matters, who exactly are you trying to unsettle?”

”Me, Cecilia, or, your husband?”

...

Fiona Vaughn’s expression froze.

”Mr. Law, you misunderstood me. I just recalled those beautiful memories, so I suddenly had this feeling.”

Her expression was soft and beautiful like a dew-laden rose in the wind, tears streaming down as she gently clung to Tyson’s hand.

”Tyson, do you remember teaching sister to ride? Am I the only one who remembers, sorry, it was my mistake...”

Tyson’s expression momentarily stalled, but seeing Fiona’s frail and pitiful look, his mind, prompted by her words, conjured up the face of Cecilia Vaughn.

— The Cecilia Vaughn from the past, just a seventeen-year-old girl, the acknowledged goddess of Stellerton First High, radiant and bright as a little sun.

Unlike now, standing before him, seeming to only have eyes for Adrian Law, looking at him with such coldness.

She was not like this before.

He had also once taught Cecilia hand-in-hand to ride, and together they had won the Stellerton Youth Riding Award.

On the afternoon of their win, he and Cecilia rode horses into the sunset, chasing a seemingly endless youth.

There was indeed a time when he shared such good moments with Cecilia, laughing and walking through the liveliest streets of Stellerton, tasting the best Western restaurants in the city.

— But everything changed after three years.

Her beauty could only be admired by his elder brother.

Tyson couldn’t help but suspect if Fiona was right, that almost everyone cannot forget their first love?

Would Cecilia remember their days riding freely in the sunset, side by side?

...

Tyson looked at Cecilia with a gaze that inevitably carried some daze.

He tightened his grip on Fiona’s hand, yet in his heart, he was thinking of another woman who occupied most of his youth.

”Fiona, you’re not wrong. Even though Cecilia and I are no longer a couple, the days we rode horses are truly unforgettable.”

The inherent flaw in all men worldwide, perhaps, is that any woman they once had, they wish to keep as their own.

Even if she no longer belongs to him.

Tyson stared at the woman now held in the arms of his half-brother, seeing her so obedient, and felt a slight pang in his heart.

”Cecilia, do you remember?”

...

Cecilia looked at Tyson with utter disdain.

She realized today, this pair of insufferable people came specifically to disgust both her and Adrian.

”Tyson, I’m not senile yet.”

”So, you do remember?”

”Does it even matter if I remember? It’s all in the past.”

Seeing Tyson insist on an answer, Cecilia found it laughable, her almond eyes not showing any ripples.

Clearly, she could have outright denied it, but Cecilia didn’t lie, because she didn’t want to deceive the man standing beside her.

— She did have a past entanglement with Tyson, but that meant nothing.

She and Adrian were what mattered most. She had found the man she truly needed to cherish.

Adrian Law stood tall and lean beside her, staring at Cecilia without a moment’s break, understanding her meaning.

The tension on his forehead eased, and a trace of a smile gradually appeared at the corner of his lips.

Indeed, the past is past, and he possesses Cecilia’s present and future.

...

Seeing Cecilia so magnanimous, Tyson couldn’t help letting a bitter undertone seep into his eyes.

He stared at the cool and elegant Cecilia, conjuring up images of the girl at seventeen, who used to look at him with such fervor.

Why did he hesitate back then, not directly taking Cecilia into his arms?

Thinking about how Cecilia had now married another made Tyson’s heart restless, and he hurriedly stepped forward with a question.

”Cecilia, since we’re at the racetrack today, would you have a horse riding contest with me? I really miss those days; consider it a trip down memory lane...”

A trip down memory lane?

Seeing Tyson like this, Fiona sneered inwardly—the cliché of men wanting what’s still out of reach.

However, when she glanced at Adrian, her eyes involuntarily flickered with admiration.

It was said that men were fickle, but Adrian hadn’t glanced at her even once.

She couldn’t understand how Cecilia was so lucky.

...

Adrian stood by Cecilia’s side, watching Tyson blatantly attempt to take Cecilia away, and a scornful smile appeared on his lips.

”Tyson, have you forgotten, Cecilia is my wife?”