Chapter 519: Oaths Are Just Empty Words

Cecilia Vaughn had a smile on her lips, but her eyes remained piercingly cold. She extended her slender finger, pressing a number leisurely.

It was precisely forty-one million.

Just imagining how Rosalind White must be inwardly fuming yet forced to maintain a pitiful facade in front of everyone, Cecilia couldn’t help but feel her mood lighten.

Her originally icy cold smile now resembled a poppy swaying in the evening breeze.

Exquisite.

Yet carrying a spicy toxicity.

...

Adrian Law had been quietly watching Cecilia Vaughn, observing her every move from start to finish, yet he hadn’t said a word.

But seeing the poppy-like smile on her lips now, he couldn’t help but be captivated by her venomous beauty.

He stood up, gently embracing the girl’s slender frame.

"Cecilia, no wonder someone once told me, ’Better offend a rogue than a woman.’"

Cecilia’s method of leading someone step by step to the brink of collapse was far more terrifying than any storm or sword.

To damage one’s heart is far worse than to take a life.

The man’s voice was like a sigh, steadier and more pleasant than a cello’s resonance.

Cecilia Vaughn wasn’t upset by Adrian Law’s teasing; instead, she playfully reached out and tapped the man’s cheek.

"Now you see I’m not just a pretty face, but a carnivorous flower?"

"If you ever do something to betray me, I’ll tear you apart."

The girl spoke words that seemed half-joking and half-earnest, yet her stunning beauty made it impossible for anyone to sense malice.

Adrian Law sighed softly again, holding the girl even tighter in his arms.

"Silly Cecilia, how could I ever do anything to betray you?"

Finding someone who loves you truly and remains by your side forever is what most women long for.

But some people assume that deep down all men are fickle, desiring power by day and a harem by night. Yet, Adrian Law isn’t like that.

Indeed, this fidelity engraved in his bones wasn’t brought by Cecilia Vaughn.

It was thanks to his mother, Susan Roswell.

Witnessing his mother’s resilience and beauty, he lamented even more about Frank Law’s transition from passion to indifference.

From a young age, he secretly vowed to never betray his other half in life.

Even if Cecilia didn’t say it, Adrian would still keep that promise as it stemmed from his mother’s heartbreak and his love and care for his life partner.

...

Even if the roles were reversed, what man would be content seeing his woman with multiple lovers?

Before one becomes a man or woman, he or she is human first; this possessiveness is beyond gender. If love can be shared, it’s not true devotion.

...

Cecilia wasn’t aware of all that went on in Adrian’s mind. She lowered her gaze and smiled, as if recalling Tyson Law and her worthless father.

She tried to free herself from Adrian’s embrace.

"Sometimes, words shouldn’t be spoken too firmly because emotions are difficult to control."

Tyson once told her that the affair with Fiona Vaughn was a moment of true love that got out of hand.

Gregory also said meeting Fiona Vaughn’s gentle mother made him understand what warmth and home feel like.

They conveniently forgot the same sweet words were once shared with their initial partners in bed; promises are often empty.

...

Seeing the desolate look on Cecilia’s cheek, Adrian Law chose not to further prove himself but silently reached for her hand.

Words can sometimes be much more futile than actions; he’ll use time to prove his feelings.

Being embraced and held like a child finally eased Cecilia’s sorrow. She seriously pointed to the electronic screen.

"Alright, alright, I was just joking earlier; let’s see how your little childhood friend is doing."

Little childhood friend...

The term made Adrian helplessly rub his forehead as he feigned an angry glare at Cecilia, scratching her palm.

"Keep assigning random roles like that, and I’ll finish what we started. Who asked you to let your thoughts wander!"

"Don’t!"

Seeing Adrian’s large hand trying to slip into her neckline again, Cecilia shivered, a soft flush appearing on her porcelain face.

"Can’t I stop talking? Ah... you shouldn’t take advantage of me; let go of my hand... mmha..."

The man disliked seeing Cecilia’s dejected evaluation of love between men and women, so he deliberately misbehaved, coldly brushing his large hand lightly over her back.

The blush on Cecilia’s cheeks became more pronounced, and eventually, all she could do was beg for mercy.

"I still have the auction to attend! Don’t delay my important matters... oh... don’t kiss..."

"Be good, Cecilia, I can help you bid."

Adrian Law had already figured out Cecilia’s auction strategy, flashing a wicked smile, and sliding his tongue into her lips.

Sweet, like honey.

His eyes grew deeper, and he instinctively drew her closer, melding them more tightly.

...

Inside their private box, things were growing warmly intense, while under the auction stage on the ground floor, a cloud of gloom loomed.

Rosalind White cried out in disbelief.

"No, how is that possible! Auctioneer, did you say the upstairs bid forty-one million again?!"

Rosalind couldn’t accept this outcome at all!

She thought raising her bid by twenty million would surely discourage the upstairs bidder with their petty increments of a million.

Who would’ve thought!

They insisted on vexing her further!

Rosalind flushed with frustration, gritting her teeth tightly.

Even a beauty’s angry face can be soul-stirring.

"Exactly! Miss White, don’t bother with people like that! I bet they can’t actually afford that much, just maliciously inflating the price!"

"Miss White, do you still want that pink diamond necklace?"

Nothing is more frustrating than the opponent only increasing the bid by a million, for the affluent present, another million or two is trivial.

In the presence of allure and the Law Family’s background pressure, the crowd began sympathizing with Rosalind, forgetting that the auction rules allowed for such a minor increment, thus it wasn’t against the rules.

...

No matter what others thought, Rosalind’s competitive spirit was fully ignited.

Taking a deep breath, she aggressively raised her paddle.

"Fifty million! Number 107!"

She couldn’t believe jewelry valued at around twenty million, would keep getting upstairs bids!

Yet the auctioneer showed an excited smile.

"Fifty-one million, from our guest upstairs..."

Rosalind’s face turned dark. Without waiting for the auctioneer to finish, she impulsively raised her paddle: "Seventy million!"

As soon as she spoke, Rosalind regretted it!