"Cecilia, do you understand now?"
"I think I do. I never expected that Old Mr. Prescott and Old Mr. Yates had such a tangled romance over a woman in the past."
Seeing Cecilia Vaughn nod in confusion, Adrian Law squinted slightly, his throat moving up and down, a dangerous glint flashing in his eyes.
"If you don't understand, I can explain it to you slowly later."
The man let out a low chuckle, then eagerly grabbed the girl's shoulders, pulling her tightly into his arms.
"Ah, what are you doing?"
As Cecilia Vaughn nodded in shock, she saw a pair of beautifully shaped thin lips already descending, precisely finding her own.
The man's handsome and noble profile enlarged infinitely in front of her, their noses almost touching, with a pleasant scent of bamboo filling the small Koenigsegg interior and drifting over to her.
"Mmm... don't kiss me here..."
"Then where should I?"
