Seeing the swarm of reporters rushing over, Cecilia Vaughn was startled and unconsciously furrowed her brows.
"What do they want with me? Shouldn't they be interviewing Fiona about how she feels winning the crown?"
"Cecilia, maybe it's because of your other identity."
The man beside Cecilia stepped forward calmly, silently shielding the petite woman behind him.
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Truthfully, Cecilia didn't need this kind of protection anymore; she was no longer the timid girl who would get inexplicably nervous around journalists. Still, seeing Adrian's instinctive way of protecting her made her heart feel as sweet as if it was filled with honey.
If a man loves you, you can't judge it by what he says, nor by the way he tries to please you with grand gestures. It's shown in small, unnoticed details—a warm look, a spoonful of perfectly heated porridge.
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