Cecilia Vaughn felt a heavy weight on her heart, like a soulless puppet, lost and leaning against Adrian Law's embrace.
And that tear, silently fell onto Adrian Law's arm.
Cecilia, she cried?
The man raised his head in disbelief, staring fixedly into Cecilia Vaughn's eyes.
"Cecilia, are you okay? I'm your husband; you can speak freely, don't hide anything from me."
Cecilia Vaughn looked at Adrian Law's sincere, concerned gaze, yet the pain in her heart was already unbearable.
—Realizing, in the world of emotions, she is such a possessive, childish, and selfish woman.
Cecilia Vaughn's almond eyes seemed to be shrouded in mist; for the first time, she felt such anxiety, even more than when Fiona Vaughn schemed to imprison her.
"Adrian, don't leave me, promise me, swear!"
Knowing it was unruly, she still said it.
Because this man had become an indispensable part of her life, blending into her bones, her flesh, her existence, her everything...
