Seeing Cecilia Vaughn's calm and composed demeanor, Rosalind White couldn't care anymore and could only gaze longingly at Adrian Law.
"Adrian, don't you understand my true feelings for you by now?"
The passionate night they shared was still vividly in her mind. Was Adrian really planning to leave so quickly?
Isn't that just like those ordinary scumbags?
They had mutually promised a lifetime, he had said he loved her too, and was willing to divorce and hold a grand wedding with her. Those promises couldn't possibly be in vain.
…
What Rosalind said was subtle, but she believed that Adrian understood.
Would he take responsibility for her?
She looked at him anxiously.
Her lips were bitten red, her hands tightly clutched at her sleeves, her porcelain-white face showing a touch of allure. Even without makeup, the glow of a woman cherished by a man, along with her shyness for her beloved, was the most enchanting.
…
Even Cecilia Vaughn was stunned by what she saw.
