Chapter 670: Unexpected Incident During the Livestream

Cecilia Vaughn truly didn’t expect to encounter someone familiar in a foreign land.

As for Adrian Law, upon hearing Cecilia Vaughn’s exclamation, his eyes swept displeased towards the newcomer.

The stranger’s figure was slender and handsome, with skin so strikingly pale even among the countless white people in Vessaria’s streets, resembling a vampire—beautiful, eerie, yet exuding a rebellious gloom.

——It could be said that besides Adrian’s cheaper brother, Tyson Law, the person Adrian least wanted Cecilia to associate with was Sean Grant.

…

Perhaps men naturally possess a deep sense of possessiveness towards their partners.

And Sean Grant, though merely an eighteen-year-old boy, had an exceptionally stunning demeanor, possessing literary knowledge, a good appearance, and an evident fondness for Cecilia Vaughn that anyone could see, making Adrian Law desperately want to lead Cecilia away.

“Cecilia, let me take you to try those tiramisu on the western side, haven’t you always wanted to taste Vessaria’s snacks?”

Cecilia felt incredibly awkward, what was with Adrian Law’s jealousy that seemed to overflow to the horizon?

Embarrassed inside, she didn’t feel Adrian’s actions were wrong.

If the situation were reversed, and an attractive and talented person had a subtle fondness for Adrian Law and appeared unexpectedly, Cecilia might be even more jealous than Adrian was.

…

“Okay.”

Cecilia was about to nod, but before she could speak, a fluent male voice in Chinese came through, half-smiling.

“Mr. Law, Classmate Vaughn isn’t your personal property, I’m just here to say hello, you don’t need to avoid me like a plague, do you?”

“If you were a plague, it would be simpler.”

Adrian Law stood up casually, his stature tall, although Sean Grant was also over 1.8 meters, he appeared slightly thinner compared to Adrian’s nearly 1.9 meters.

The turbulent waves between them were visible even to the passing Vessarian guests.

A Vessarian man furrowed his brows in surprise at Cecilia Vaughn, then gave a thumbs-up, full of gossip.

“Two handsome men like these fighting over you, young lady, you’re really impressive.”

“…”

The man spoke in Vessarian, but Cecilia knew a bit of Vessarian herself, not to boast, she’s about three to six times better than her self-proclaimed, language-certified sister, Fiona Vaughn.

It’s said Vessarians are naturally romantic and passionate, which Cecilia didn’t understand before, but seeing the man’s face full of gossip yet silently proud for her, Cecilia was truly defeated.

——If it happened in her home country, even the same sentence would be spoken in a disdainful tone.

Of course, it’s not a matter of superiority or inferiority, Cecilia just felt the Vessarians’ mindset was too different from her Veridian compatriots.

…

Feeling mortified, Cecilia Vaughn shook her head awkwardly at the man and explained in Vessarian to others.

“No, you misunderstood, it’s just a small misunderstanding between my husband and a friend, not what you think.”

Cecilia Vaughn intended to clarify, but the white-haired man suddenly glared at her.

“You’re calling me ‘Uncle’! Your whole family is an uncle, I’m clearly still so young… young girls don’t understand anything.”

???

Cecilia stared at the man’s silver hair, speechless, although he looked like he was in his fifties, still quite some distance from the standard of youth, right?

…

The Vessarian man left still looking unsatisfied and glared at Cecilia Vaughn again before leaving.

Cecilia continued to be utterly puzzled.

While Adrian Law and Sean Grant exchanged heated words nearby.

“Cecilia, we’re leaving.”

“Oh, oh… “

Cecilia was still contemplating how Vessarians didn’t accept aging when suddenly Adrian Law tugged her wrist, causing her to respond absent-mindedly.

Seeing Adrian pulling Cecilia, especially since her skin was also fair and overly delicate, a gentle tug from Adrian left deep red marks.

“Mr. Law, why don’t you answer my question? Are you treating Classmate Vaughn as your property?”

“I can’t say whether my wife is my property, but she definitely isn’t yours.”

Adrian Law responded confrontationally.

The man’s long and narrow eyes, usually appearing cold and indifferent, now looked even sharper due to this intense jealousy.

“It’s no wonder…”

Sean Grant clicked his tongue lightly, turning his gaze to Cecilia Vaughn.

“Classmate Vaughn, your husband’s attitude and actions towards you are so rough? Why do you want to be his puppet?”

???

Cecilia Vaughn stared at Sean Grant blankly.

“Puppet? No… As for being rough…”

Where was Adrian Law ever rough with her?

Ugh… Except in intimate aspects between husband and wife, where Adrian was too persistent and too indulgent, and her constitution wasn’t as robust as Adrian’s, Cecilia didn’t feel Adrian was rough with her at all.

Initially, because Adrian didn’t understand moderation, Cecilia visited the gynecologist several times and was scolded repeatedly by the doctor.

But since then, no matter how unsatisfied Adrian might feel, he never actually made her unable to get out of bed.

At the very least, she was just physically weak, a bath and some extra rest would get her back to normal.

…

If Sean Grant knew what Cecilia was thinking, he’d probably be so angry he’d spit blood.

But evidently, Sean’s mental process had also run astray.

The eighteen-year-old persistently stared at Cecilia’s wrist.

It was Cecilia Vaughn’s left wrist, with a crimson birthmark resembling red plum, and also marked with red from the man’s tug.

“See for yourself.”

“…”

“You mean this?”

Cecilia Vaughn smiled embarrassedly.

“This has nothing to do with my husband, my skin might be a bit thin, so even if I press lightly myself, a red mark would appear.”

As if to prove her words.

Cecilia suddenly pressed her thumb lightly on her arm.

Sure enough, a red mark quickly appeared, only slightly lighter than Adrian’s, as he was momentarily angry, using slightly more force than Cecilia, but it was by no means rough.

Sean Grant evidently didn’t expect Cecilia to defend Adrian so much, his handsome brows furrowed into a deep line.

He pressed his lips.

“If it were… someone else, they would certainly cherish you more.”

…

Cecilia stubbornly shook her head.

“No, that’s impossible.”

…

Just as Cecilia spoke, a girl with a camera accidentally bumped into her arm.

The small pouch containing Cecilia’s phone fell to the ground, and a glittering ring scattered out in the high-definition live-stream.

???

What was going on?