Chapter 532: Rosalind White Doubting Her Life

Rosalind White then realized she had fallen into Cecilia Vaughn’s trap, but it was too late for regret, as many bystanders nearby were pointing at her.

"Isn’t it shameless? Saying you want to be a mistress right in front of the wife?"

"You don’t understand, do you? In today’s society, it’s really embarrassing, even this young girl too, she’s quite pretty, why would she make such a bad choice to go after someone else’s man?"

"Oh, what’s the use of being pretty? Just because they’re pretty, you can forgive someone for being a mistress? Recently a video went viral showing a wife beating up a mistress, and when the mistress looked up, everyone was stunned by how pretty and refined she was, and in the end, she even made her debut as the most beautiful mistress!"

"I can’t stand this type of woman, no way, I’m going to record it."

...

Seeing so many bystanders pointing their phone cameras towards her face, Rosalind White hurriedly covered her cheeks in a panic, looking as if she was about to cry, her eyes filled with grievances and innocence.

"Everyone misunderstood, I really didn’t mean it that way, sister-in-law... Sister-in-law and Adrian are already married, how could I possibly think of destabilizing their relationship?"

"It’s certainly not destabilizing our relationship, after all, it’s just unrequited love on your part."

Cecilia Vaughn smirked mockingly at Rosalind White, her eyes cold and indifferent.

— Ah, turns out provoking someone to death without feeling sorry is such a thrill.

Why does she feel she’s becoming more and more malicious?

Hehe.

Rosalind White’s face instantly went blank, clearly not expecting Cecilia Vaughn to be so blunt.

"You—"

She stared at Cecilia Vaughn in disbelief.

"It was you who set me up just now, wasn’t it? You deliberately coaxed me into saying the wrong thing, saying I wanted to marry Mr. Law, but you clearly knew that’s not what I meant... Wuwu..."

"Said the wrong thing?"

Cecilia Vaughn cast a cold glance at Rosalind White, her face filled with sarcastic doubt almost overflowed.

"Miss White, are you sure those weren’t your true thoughts just now? Deep down, didn’t you always feel that if I weren’t in the role of Mrs. Law, you’d be happier, right?"

"Or, to put it directly, do you have someone in mind for the role of Mrs. Law, and isn’t it you, Miss White?"

...

The crowd burst into an uproar.

Confronted with Cecilia Vaughn’s harsh truth, Rosalind White didn’t dare to utter a single word, fearing she might fall into Cecilia’s trap again.

Rosalind White bit her crimson lips tightly, her heart filled with immense hatred, almost like a fire spread.

— Why does this woman look down on me? If it weren’t for Cecilia Vaughn, Adrian Law’s wife ought to be me!

— Even after that bogus marriage agreement got exposed, why can Cecilia Vaughn still openly accuse others of coveting the position of Mrs. Law? Cecilia Vaughn, this shameless woman, is merely holding a fake title as Mrs. Law, while I can compete for it with my own abilities!

...

Fiona Vaughn noticed the people pointing, and Rosalind White looking extremely displeased. If Cecilia Vaughn provokes her a few more times, she might lose her patience.

Since when did my silly sister become so eloquent?

With the Sino-American Student Exchange Forum about to commence, Fiona Vaughn wanted to secure the position of Sino-American Tourism Goodwill Ambassador and was eager to appear more in public, not wanting to waste time on Rosalind White’s affairs.

"Sister, why must you be so aggressive? Leave room for maneuver; good friends are hard to come by."

Fiona Vaughn shot a disapproving glance at Cecilia Vaughn, then grinned sweetly as her gaze swept over Cecilia’s down jacket and warm jeans.

"Sister, are you dressed too simply, and you envy Rosalind and me for dressing so elegantly? Well, with your plain appearance, you can’t expect others to follow suit, right? It’s just a fit of pique, making everyone unhappy."

"I envy you two?"

Cecilia Vaughn surveyed Fiona Vaughn and Rosalind White’s glamorous attires with an amused expression.

"I admit, you two are indeed dressed nicely today."

Rosalind White, initially filled with anger, felt a slight satisfaction triumphing in fashion at Cecilia’s acknowledgment.

She cast a somewhat coquettish glance at Adrian Law beside Cecilia Vaughn.

"Adrian, how could you let sister-in-law go out dressed so plainly? Adrian, why don’t you buy her more clothes? Aren’t you a bit careless with her? It would affect your married life."

"Sister-in-law, don’t be sad. If Adrian doesn’t buy you clothes, I can give you some. The Law Family treats me well."

Cecilia Vaughn laughed at Rosalind White’s patronizing tone.

However, she had no interest in arguing with Rosalind White anymore.

Rosalind White’s demeanor was simply trying to incite Cecilia as Adrian Law’s wife, suggesting she wasn’t treated as well as a housekeeper’s daughter in the Law Family.

So what?

In Cecilia Vaughn’s eyes, Rosalind White, who presumed upon past favors, and even attempted to use the Law Family’s name to suppress other competitors at auctions, was precisely the type of hypocrite she despised.

...

Adrian Law looked indifferently towards Rosalind White with his deep gaze, a sense of infinite delight and shyness blossoming in Rosalind’s heart.

She twisted her fingers bashfully, afraid she might not do things well enough to receive Adrian Law’s dissatisfaction.

But Rosalind White knew internally that Adrian Law didn’t have any specific preferences, so Rosalind didn’t dare to be too bright or too plain, opting for a middle ground with a sophisticated fairy style.

Undoubtedly a trap for any straight man.

Just when Rosalind White felt uneasy, Adrian took Cecilia’s hand and smiled as if mindlessly.

"A monkey in finery, however beautiful, is just so."

...

Rosalind White froze instantly. She was momentarily unsure about whom Adrian Law was targeting with his statement.

Could he be saying Cecilia was like a female monkey, so utterly unsightly that Adrian didn’t bother to buy clothes for her to dress up, as it’d be a waste anyway?

While Rosalind White was deep in thought, she saw Adrian Law holding Cecilia’s hand, his gaze overflowing with indescribable indulgence.

"Plain clothes and simple attire, don’t overshadow natural beauty."

If Rosalind White still couldn’t understand, her narcissism wouldn’t wash even her delusions.

Recalling Adrian Law’s previous words, she was instantly heartbroken with rage, her eyes glistening with blood-like streaks.

"Adrian, were you just using... a monkey, to describe me?"

No... how could it be.

She couldn’t possibly have any bit that resembled a monkey?

...

Rosalind White frantically took out a mirror to examine her face, still flawless and intact, the exact type favored by straight men.

How could someone like this be ugly?