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

The two of them leaned against each other quietly, with no one speaking, and the silence in the air was incredible.

Yet, Cecilia’s heart inexplicably calmed down. Like a gentle mother, she slowly laid Adrian’s head on her lap.

...

Time passed by second by second.

It seemed to freeze at this moment.

Cecilia gazed intently at the man. Adrian took a deep breath, finally lifted his head, and when he spoke again, there was no sign of any emotion in his eyes.

Ultimately.

They were both adults, and vulnerability was always untimely.

He was willing to draw warmth from Cecilia, but also had the pride of a man, unwilling to let his wife bear too much pain for him.

”Cecilia, I’m fine, you don’t have to look like you’re about to cry so soon.”

The man smiled lightly, even able to joke with Cecilia.

...

But Cecilia knew that beneath this calm surface lay countless festering scars.

She had the same nature herself.

Suffering was for her own tasting.

Cecilia earnestly reached out her hand, pulling Adrian back into her embrace. Her eyes brimmed with crystal tears, yet she held back from letting them fall.

”Adrian, if you want to cry, just cry, actually no one said that a man must be strong.”

The pain of losing a mother, indescribably bitter.

And the death of his sister, Nancy, was also a devastating blow to Adrian’s life.

The two closest people to him in this world left just like that. Cecilia couldn’t imagine how Adrian was able to walk this far with such strength.

...

This had nothing to do with gender.

If it were her, and if Evan had also easily passed away after the death of their mother, Cecilia couldn’t guarantee she wouldn’t lose her mind.

She cared for too few people, but even so, she hoped heaven would grant her a bit more of its protection.

Adrian reached out his elegant, jade-like hand and gently tapped Cecilia’s forehead.

”Silly girl, if there were tears, they would have been cried out years ago. Now I really can’t cry.”

Cecilia choked a little; her throat felt dry.

”Then let me cry for you, Adrian... have you ever thought about why those people would kill your mother?”

According to Adrian’s description, those men in black with gas masks had high standards and didn’t behave like ordinary thugs.

They were unmoved by money and had no intention of kidnapping for ransom, and Adrian’s mother was a peerless beauty, yet they could still be so ruthless—it was truly indescribable.

Adrian sneered, a cold light flashing in his eyes.

”Maybe it was because of my father...”

Cecilia’s heart skipped a beat, almost instinctively thinking of Frank’s affair with famous star Mabel Keaton, who was Tyson’s birth mother.

”Could it be that those people were hired by Mabel?”

In the world of affluent marriages, although the original wife was proud, she ultimately did not divorce, only separated. If Susan Roswell didn’t divorce,

then Tyson and Mabel’s statuses would always be disgraceful.

For her son to enter the gates of The Law Group, once a woman’s heart turns ruthless, it can be more terrifying than any viper.

...

Hearing Cecilia’s speculation, Adrian shook his head faintly.

”Although Mabel wasn’t a good person and had repeatedly tried to harm me, it wasn’t her...”

Cecilia was taken aback. Upon careful consideration, she realized it was true: to hire such high-caliber killers, given Mabel’s status back then, was quite unlikely.

Because Susan could totally afford to pay more.

”Could it be an old grudge of your father’s?”

Cecilia bit her lip and tentatively asked.

Adrian’s narrow phoenix eyes flashed with a glint, his expression obscure, and he finally just smiled faintly.

”Who knows?”

The final outcome had already been settled.

Regardless of who the enemies sought revenge for, all he knew was that the two people he loved most and who loved him most in this world were gone.

Susan Roswell and Nancy Law were both victims of their fleeting beauty; such is reality, unchangeable and irreversible.

...

Cecilia couldn’t imagine the mindset Adrian had to be able to say these words with a smile.

Her heart ached, and she finally reached out, gently stroking Adrian’s cheek.

”Adrian, if you’re ever sad, no matter what happens, don’t keep it to yourself. At the very least, remember that there’s someone who will share the burden with you.”

”I hope that when we’re together, joy can be doubled, and pain halved. Everything we have can be shared, with no distinction between us.”

Adrian held her in his arms, his eyes gleaming with an inexplicable light.

”Okay.”

The man’s deep voice dropped from above, tender yet firm.

He wouldn’t say it, but because of Cecilia, the vastness of Starfall Bay and the emptiness of his heart gradually found warmth.

...

As the two of them embraced quietly, surrounded by a harmonious atmosphere, Cecilia suddenly remembered something that left her deeply upset.

She nervously fiddled with her fingers, a slight discomfort crossing her face.

”Adrian, was it back then that Rosalind saved you?”

Everyone in the Law Family always said Rosalind was the savior of Adrian’s childhood.

To Cecilia, it seemed like everything matched with what Adrian had said.

The Matriarch, Stacy Summers, also claimed that it was Rosalind who risked her life to carry Adrian out of the fire, almost hurting her eyes.

This part Adrian hadn’t mentioned before, but Cecilia suddenly connected the dots.

...

”You’re saying Rosalind saved me?”

Adrian hadn’t expected Cecilia’s mind to work so swiftly, and he chuckled softly, surprised.

”That’s what most people think anyway.”

Cecilia pursed her lips speechlessly, completely not getting Adrian’s logic.

”What do you mean, ’that’s what most people think’? Just because she saved you once, even the abbot at Sage’s Mercy Temple said she was your Daughter of Destiny. Must saving a life require a lifetime of commitment?”

Adrian gently took Cecilia’s left hand, his eyes focused intently on the plum blossom birthmark on her left hand, with a serious expression.

”No matter what others say, my Daughter of Destiny has always been the one right here in front of me, hasn’t she?”

...

Sage’s Mercy Temple sat on Isle Circlet. The thought of the abbot’s pronouncement irritated Cecilia, but there was nothing she could do; after all, the launch ceremony for ’There are branches on the mountain’ was to be held there.

Alas, superstition can be deadly!

For the love of Director Chapman, Cecilia and Adrian bought tickets together.

Who would have thought that the moment she boarded the plane to Isle Circlet and reached first class, she’d see a face she utterly despised.

Rosalind White smile gently.

”Adrian, sister-in-law, what a coincidence. I suddenly felt like visiting Sage’s Mercy Temple to pray for Grandma’s well-being. It’s surprising to find we’re on the same flight!”