The previously tranquil and gentle atmosphere in the air was suddenly shattered.
Cecilia Vaughn looked up and saw the man by the cabin door, handsome like a god.
—It was Adrian Law.
Cecilia awkwardly rubbed her nose and quickly let go of Evan Vaughn's tightly held arm.
She rarely showed such genuine emotion, and yet Adrian Law had caught a glimpse of it.
After all, the incident three years ago, whether it was almost being violated by that greasy second-generation rich man or the false charge of murder and imprisonment, was a scar on Cecilia Vaughn's heart.
Now, confessing to Evan Vaughn, was both nerve-wracking and, in a way, liberating.
That's why she felt especially sentimental, and who would have thought Adrian would show up at such an opportune moment.
...
Evan Vaughn felt a bit embarrassed. His eyes shone like stars, even though beads of sweat dotted his forehead from pain, there was still a smile on his lips.
