Chapter 668: Despicable Thief

Cecilia Vaughn sighed inwardly, wasn’t it just because she’d been eating a bit more lately?

Now she’s even got back rolls, and can’t easily zip up her dress.

Isn’t this indirectly forcing her to go on a diet!

Boo hoo, my fried chicken, my ribs, my tofu pudding, my tiramisu!

Forgive me for not being able to indulge in food without worry like before!

…

“Adrian, can you help me with the zipper?”

Cecilia blushed, a little embarrassed as she half-opened the dressing room door.

But after waiting for half a minute, Cecilia still hadn’t received a response.

She frowned in confusion, just about to call Adrian Law’s name again, when she heard the sound of footsteps.

The clear sound of leather shoes tapping on the floor.

What came into view next was a handsome man in a white tailcoat.

It wasn’t the first time she’d seen Adrian Law wearing formal evening attire, but each time felt like a new and stunning revelation.

Cecilia stared blankly at Adrian Law’s handsome features, sighing even more inwardly.

— How could the creator of this world favor this man so much?

Doesn’t it leave anyone else a chance to live?

What made Cecilia most ashamed was that Adrian Law looked tall and lean in that white tailcoat, without any of the struggles she faced with clothes not fitting!

They had clearly bought couple outfits!

It’s too embarrassing, isn’t it!

…

“Cecilia, what did you just call me for?”

The man seemed not to have heard Cecilia’s previous words, looking at her with a hint of confusion.

Cecilia’s face flushed slightly, and she turned slightly, using her slender fingers to poke her back.

“Adrian, I can’t seem to zip up, can you help me with it?”

At her words, Adrian Law understood instantly, a playful glint flashing in the man’s eyes.

“How come I remember someone last time gorging on desserts meant for three people, boasting she’d never care about gaining weight in her life.”

“…”

Cecilia rolled her eyes at him.

“Weren’t you the one who said you’d love me even if I weighed 200 pounds? ╭(╯^╰)╮ Weren’t you the one who complained I was too skinny like a ribcage before? Men and their lies!”

Adrian Law, oh you pig-headed fool.

She was fuming!

…

Instead of angering Adrian Law, Cecilia’s words made the man’s smile widen further.

“Cecilia, I really don’t mind you getting a little chubby. You’re too skinny now, just keep eating, I believe in you, I can even cheer for you.”

“…”

What’s it like punching a cotton ball?

Cecilia had just witnessed it.

Especially as she gazed at Adrian Law’s lightly amused expression, she was even more annoyed.

“Stop teasing me, quick! Come help me with the zipper!”

…

“Alright, alright, I’m on my way.”

Adrian Law’s smile was gentle, clearly still teasing in his mind, but Cecilia couldn’t do anything about it.

╭(╯^╰)╮

It’s not about the bun but the pride.

Next time, she must slim down to her original shape.

At least, find her lost abs.

Cecilia dreamt of a perfect plan but suddenly felt the man lower his head, a broad warm hand at her waist, as Adrian Law bent down to help zip her up.

Perhaps due to Cecilia’s long hair or some other reason, a mischievous strand got caught in the zipper’s back.

…

“Ouch, it hurts! My hair!”

Cecilia grimaced in pain.

Adrian Law, having not noticed at first, panicked at the sound of Cecilia’s pain.

“Cecilia, are you okay?”

His heart tightened with concern.

“Just wait, I’ll fetch scissors.”

“Okay, hurry up, and don’t ruin the pearly curls the hairstylist did for me.”

“Don’t worry, it’s just a strand, it won’t affect anything.”

…

Quickly finding the scissors, Adrian Law snipped gently, and Cecilia felt instantly relieved.

“Alright, nothing to worry about now.”

As he said this, Adrian Law resumed zipping Cecilia up.

The man was close, his warm male scent brushing against Cecilia’s spine.

Though the dress was conservative, slight openings near the butterfly bone revealed a peek of beauty.

Adrian Law’s eyes darkened as he couldn’t help but lean in and gently stroke Cecilia’s butterfly bone.

“Cecilia, you’re truly beautiful.”

The man genuinely praised her.

…

Still holding a grudge over Adrian Law’s earlier jokes about her possibly weighing 200 pounds, Cecilia hummed twice.

“So, now you’re praising me? Be careful; soon it might be a 200-pound ‘big sister’ crushing you.”

“Cecilia, are you sure? It might take 300 pounds, but by then, you wouldn’t even be able to walk.”

“…”

He makes a good point; I’m speechless.

After the retort, Cecilia suddenly had an idea. She stood on tiptoe and left a kiss on the man’s Adam’s apple.

Adrian Law, surprised by Cecilia’s initiative, too lost in the kiss’s wonder, saw her giggle before darting away, lifting her skirt.

“This naughty little girl…”

The man smiled helplessly, unaware of how doting the light in his eyes was.

— Once the party ends, he must properly teach her a lesson!

Let her know…starting a fire and not putting it out, has serious consequences!

…

Ten minutes later, Cecilia and Adrian Law drove to a noble estate on Aurelia Avenue.

Though the roads were crowded, Adrian Law drove fast, arriving half an hour before the party’s official start.

A red carpet had been laid at the entrance.

Everywhere were blond-haired, blue-eyed beauties in various splendid outfits, occasionally an Asian among them, making them stand out more.

Cecilia and Adrian Law arrived without fuss, no entourage or security guards.

However, when that pricey Rolls Royce Phantom stopped at the entrance, the lively atmosphere of conversation inexplicably paused for a moment.

Everyone turned to look towards the car door, curious about which esteemed guest might appear.

Adrian Law was the first to step out, gentlemanly opening the car door for Cecilia Vaughn.

The two naturally linked arms, faces wearing respectful yet distant smiles in response to the curious gazes.

Most of the foreigners didn’t recognize Adrian Law and Cecilia Vaughn, but regardless of the different beauty standards between East and West, they found this couple’s appearance unusually pleasing.

…

Once seated, Cecilia and Adrian Law maintained a low profile, side by side, lacking any interest in making small talk.

Seeing the party about to officially begin, Cecilia steeled herself to try a piece of chocolate cake.

But before she could take a bite, the host in a black suit rushed to shout in English.

“Has anyone seen Madam Deloris’ ring? It seems to have been stolen!”