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

Fiona Vaughn and Rosalind White walked hand in hand, reminiscent of the Twin Empresses of ancient legend. With the added stage effects, their stunning presence was magnified tenfold.

In the audience below, quite a few male spectators couldn’t help but gasp audibly.

Even Cecilia Vaughn silently praised their beauty.

Being an art student herself, Cecilia had a good sense of aesthetics. She wouldn’t downgrade their beauty just because of past grudges. In a funny twist, if Rosalind were replaced with Chloe Alden, one would play the fairy and the other the nightclub vibe, the effect would inevitably be comical.

Fiona and Rosalind both embodied a delicate and elegant style, and standing together, they complemented each other even more.

...

Cecilia, being thoughtful, noticed everyone’s amazement and couldn’t resist glancing sideways at Adrian Law, curious if he was equally mesmerized.

To Cecilia’s surprise, her husband wasn’t looking at the stage at all. Instead, he was fully engrossed in playing with his fingers.

Pfft...

Cecilia didn’t know whether to burst out laughing or feel touched.

She wordlessly poked Adrian’s arm.

”Hey, are my fingers that fun to play with? You’re not even looking at the two beauties on stage?”

”Beauties?”

Adrian frowned slightly, staring at her with earnest seriousness.

”Isn’t there just one in front of me?”

Looking at Adrian’s long and handsome phoenix eyes, for a moment, Cecilia felt as if her heart had been struck, nearly causing her to fall to the floor!

How can this man always say romantic words so earnestly!

And there’s not even a hint of doubt that he’s lying!

...

Cecilia massaged her heart, unable to resist poking Adrian on the forehead again.

”Hey, stop sweet-talking me, can you?”

”They say you’re influenced by the company you keep, but as far as I know, besides me, you mostly hang around Wyatt. Someone like him wouldn’t teach you to say sweet words, would he?”

The thought of someone as wooden and loyal as Wyatt speaking romantic lines made Cecilia shiver with goosebumps.

”Of course not.”

Adrian smiled slyly.

This piqued Cecilia’s curiosity, and she couldn’t help but widen her eyes in excitement.

”Then why? It can’t be because of that brat Felix Lockwood, right?”

Aside from Wyatt, her husband usually hangs out with either Felix or Zion. Imagining Wyatt talking about romance already strained Cecilia’s brain cells, and the idea of Doctor Prescott doing so was even more incredulous.

The only choice left was Felix, the playboy.

...

”No, it’s not that either.”

The playful tease in Adrian’s smile grew even more tempting. His eyes, dark as the night, seemed to hold a sky full of stars, soothing one’s heart.

Cecilia’s curiosity grew, and she clung to his arm.

”Stop keeping me in suspense, tell me! You’re not learning those sweet lines from the internet, are you?”

Imagining the scene, Cecilia shivered again with goosebumps.

Uh...

Forgive her limited brain capacity, even when she peeked intentionally at Adrian’s phone and computer, it was mostly all about work.

Financial news and stock trends were likely what men cared about the most.

...

”Come closer, and I’ll tell you.”

Adrian’s sly smile was full of mischief and a rare hint of nonchalance, his strong hormones tempting one to blush.

”Alright.”

Cecilia admitted defeat, obediently tilting her head and leaning closer to Adrian’s ear.

Only to hear his deep voice, like a cello—

”Cecilia, the answer is simple.”

”Then hurry up and tell me...”

Cecilia gave him an exasperated look.

Only to exchange it for Adrian’s indifferent low laughter.

Because they were so close, Cecilia felt surrounded by the fresh bamboo scent emanating from Adrian, clean, refreshing, like the sky after rain.

”Because... you’re sweet, and you’re close by.”

”???

Cecilia stared at Adrian in astonishment, almost unable to comprehend his meaning. When she finally realized, her already slightly blushing face turned crimson to the tips of her ears.

”You’re teasing me!...”

What does it mean to be sweet because you’re close?

Isn’t that a newly popular joke on the internet?

Cecilia thought that someone like Adrian wouldn’t pay attention to such cheesy pick-up lines.

But looking into Adrian’s long phoenix eyes, Cecilia couldn’t deny she felt a slight flutter in her heart.

Alright, just a slight flutter.

More than that, she’d definitely refuse to admit.

...

Successfully leading his little wife into the trap, Adrian felt quite pleased.

He reached out, wrapping his hand around Cecilia’s.

”You don’t believe me?”

”...”

Sitting around them in the VIP guests’ seats, the audience members somehow felt they suffered a massive critical hit. Why is the music so sad when the Eldest Young Master Law and Cecilia Vaughn are smiling so brightly?

Isn’t it said that all high-society marriages are just for show?

Single people really have no chance.

...

Meanwhile, the entire auditorium was filled with the mournful melody of the ”Butterfly Lovers.”

Mournful and wistful, it lingered like the incessant spring rain in Riverdell in March.

Who was it, holding an oil-paper umbrella, passed through Riverdell, leaving behind a heartful of regret?

The young lovers, full of admiration, were ultimately doomed to eternal separation due to their obstacles.

The musical prowess of Fiona Vaughn and Rosalind White was undoubtedly impressive.

The piano’s sound exuded a steady elegance, like an aristocrat surveying its domain, while Fiona playing the violin resembled the proud wife of the nobility, full of pride, romance, and a sense of melancholy not tolerated by the world.

The most lingering emotions in people’s hearts seemed to be evoked by this melody. Although not everyone has a love like Butterfly Lovers, so ardent and undying, most have experienced a first love.

First love is rarely perfect, and this strand of melancholy aptly stirs the romantic fantasies in people’s hearts.

...

At the end of the piece, silence enveloped everything.

The audience couldn’t help but be moved by the gentle, mournful sound of the music.

”Bravo! Well played!”

Standing in the Vesperia VIP guest seat, Mr. Adams was the first to rise, clapping in not-so-fluent Chinese. Perhaps it was a phrase he had just learned, further expressing his admiration for Rosalind and Fiona.

The crowd glanced at Mr. Adams in surprise. It was unexpected that someone who had been so silent would cheer so enthusiastically.

”Mr. Adams, do you truly love our goddess Fiona’s music?”

”Of course! You know Mr. Adams is famous for his love of the violin!”

...

Standing on stage, Rosalind White and Fiona Vaughn were like two fallen fairies. After elegantly thanking the audience, Fiona took the microphone.

”Thank you all for your love, but actually, my sister’s music is more pleasing than mine. Would you like to hear it?”