Chapter 610: Digging a Pit for Oneself

Cecilia Vaughn blinked her big eyes, looking at the other party with a face full of longing.

"Young Master Tiberius... can you help me untie this?"

If Tiberius Trent started getting handsy right away, that would be even more troublesome.

The only worry now is that this idiot might start yelling, attracting unnecessary trouble.

So the most important thing is to first ease the enemy’s vigilance and then strike with one fatal blow.

...

The pleading look on Cecilia’s face was both pitiful and adorable. Such a sorrowful expression, no man driven by lust could resist.

Tiberius Trent, stirred by Cecilia’s pleading voice, felt a surge of heroic masculinity, as if he were some great hero come to save a damsel in distress.

"Sure, it’s just untying a rope."

As he was about to touch the knot, Tiberius saw Cecilia’s soft expression. Remembering the stories he’d heard about her on TV and Weibo, he suddenly became wary and hesitant.

"You’re not going to use the chance to do something bad, are you?"

Bad?!

Come on, who could be worse than you guys?!

...

Cecilia felt powerless to retort in her heart.

However, being under someone else’s roof, she had no choice but to lower her head. Tears of misunderstanding welled up in her eyes, and she bowed her head in despair.

"What can a weak woman like me do to you? Besides... I don’t have much strength now... There are so many bodyguards outside, I’m just so uncomfortable being tied up..."

Cecilia seemed to have lost hope for Tiberius, retreating a few steps and curling up in the corner like a small, abandoned kitten.

This indeed greatly triggered Tiberius’ protective instincts.

"Oh, I was just joking, don’t cry, beautiful..."

Who’s crying?

Cecilia had the expression of a question mark.

But she had to continue with the act.

"I knew... Young Master Tiberius, you’re different from the rest of the Trent Family, aren’t you going to save me?"

"Save you..."

Tiberius hesitated for a moment, seeing Cecilia’s idolizing look, felt quite satisfied himself, but he also knew he had no say in the Trent Family.

The old lady solely wanted Cecilia to be buried with her, and although this was too cruel to say aloud, he couldn’t possibly save Cecilia.

What a pity, such a beautiful woman, to be buried alive.

...

Tiberius was both regretful and yet thought of tasting Cecilia’s last moments, and the fact that she was Adrian Law’s woman only amplified his satisfaction and sense of superiority.

"Hey beauty, don’t be afraid, if you let me understand you better, I will certainly plead on your behalf to my aunt."

"Rea... really?"

"Would I lie?"

Tiberius nodded solemnly, then chuckled foolishly, reaching out his salty hand to caress Cecilia’s wrist.

In fact, he could have untied the rope directly.

But he intentionally let his fingers slip across Cecilia’s delicate wrist, clearly taking advantage.

"Your hands are so white and smooth, and there’s even a plum blossom birthmark on them, eh..."

"The rope has been hurting my hand so much... Young Master Tiberius, could you please hurry and untie it?"

Cecilia forcibly suppressed her disgust, wishing she could chop off Tiberius’ hand and disinfect her wrist.

Despite this, Cecilia had to press down her revulsion, her voice sounding humble and fragile.

"Young Master Tiberius... if you like it, once I’m untied, I’ll let you look all you want..."

This meaningful "look all you want" fluttered Tiberius’s heart, nearly making him lose his soul, ready to ascend on the spot.

...

Heavens, there exists such an enchantress like Cecilia Vaughn who can steal one’s heart with a single word.

Tiberius had encountered many women before, some exceptionally beautiful, but none had the innate charm that Cecilia displayed now.

She wasn’t the kind who looked sly or wore revealing clothes, nor did she do anything suggestive. Perhaps because her face was too clean and pure, her gaze stubborn, and being reduced to such a desperate state made people more inclined to toy with her.

...

"Beauty, you should know what I want to see."

Tiberius had a face filled with lust, swallowing his constantly produced saliva, he finally couldn’t hold back and untied Cecilia’s ropes.

"Alright, beauty, now that you’re free, why not do something fun with me?"

As he said this, Tiberius attempted to tug at Cecilia’s clothes.

The most infuriating thing was that Cecilia was wearing a traditional wedding gown today, layer upon layer, probably seven or eight layers thick.

If not for the fact that Cecilia was supposed to be buried soon, Tiberius would have torn the clothes off directly!

...

"Young Master Tiberius, don’t rush!"

Cecilia blinked at Tiberius, mesmerizing him utterly.

Yet Tiberius quickly snapped back to reality.

No rushing? What if the swan meat escapes when it’s so close? There’s less than two hours before the burial!

Tiberius assumed Cecilia was either unaware or unclear about the exact time, so he kept comforting her with his sweet words.

"Oh, beauty, it’s just that you’re so beautiful I’m in a hurry. Let’s hurry up, in case the old lady comes and sees us, we’re done for."

"That’s what makes it more interesting!"

"How about I voluntarily show you how beautiful I am?"

As Cecilia said this, she naturally pulled at her waistband.

Actually, there were still several layers inside; Cecilia wasn’t in a hurry at all.

But Tiberius evidently didn’t expect Cecilia, who appeared so reserved and dignified, to be so bold!

He stared in awe at Cecilia, as the outer layer softly fell, and with that fragrance, Cecilia giggled, tossing the red shawl onto Tiberius’s head.

"Ah... it’s even more fragrant..."

This was the aroma surrounding a beauty!

With his mind clouded by desire, Tiberius involuntarily picked up the shawl and sniffed.

...

Cecilia, seeing that he hadn’t regained his composure, suddenly smirked coldly and pulled out a golden hairpin hidden beneath her inner collar, pressing it against Tiberius’s carotid artery.

"Don’t move. If you make a sound, I’ll stab you to death."

Tiberius realized the situation had flipped, and his spine turned cold!

"You wouldn’t dare!"

"Have you forgotten how Reginald Trent died?"

Cecilia’s expression was indifferent as ice and snow, stunningly beautiful yet life-taking!