Chapter 616: Adrian, Stop Fooling Around

Zion Prescott held an unfamiliar small knife in her hand and slowly pierced it into the man’s flesh…

In an instant, more blood gushed out…

Cecilia Vaughn watched, cold sweat breaking out directly from her forehead. She tightly bit her rosy lips, fearing that she might make any sound that would disturb the two people conducting the surgery.

But Zion Prescott was obviously a person used to big scenes; even though they weren’t currently in a fully equipped medical room, her actions were orderly and unhurried.

And Adrian Law seemed to frown slightly, perhaps because there was no anesthetic to ease the pain.

His face turned somewhat pale, clearly in extreme pain, yet the man endured it forcefully without saying a single word.

…

An inexplicable mist directly moistened Cecilia’s eyes.

She didn’t want to cry.

But at this moment, seeing Adrian suffer like this, she wished she could take his place. If she had been the one shot back then, Adrian wouldn’t have to endure such agony!

She felt immense regret in her heart. If only she hadn’t thought of jumping out of the window and into the lake.

But linking these thoughts, Cecilia realized her assumption was too far-fetched.

When Old Mrs. Trent said life or death meant nothing, even suggesting her body be buried with Reginald Trent, Cecilia understood that if she remained in that room, she might not escape death.

At the very least, at this moment, she and Adrian could still meet, and they had a long future ahead.

…

Cecilia felt a pang of bitterness in her heart. She didn’t know why, but at this moment, she particularly wanted to have a child with Adrian.

Whether it’s a boy or a girl, she hoped for a small life to accompany her and Adrian.

If, one day, an irreparable incident occurred, like life and death separation, which couldn’t be changed by human power, at least there would still be a child linked by blood to accompany the other.

…

This thought, Cecilia definitely wouldn’t share with Adrian. If she did, the man would surely poke her face with a helpless look, telling her not to worry too much.

But what if?

Eons are too long; we only strive for the present.

After today’s events, Cecilia felt that cherishing every day spent with the one she loves, treating today as if there’s no tomorrow, might leave fewer regrets.

…

Cold sweat dripped from Adrian Law’s forehead.

Evidently, the pain had reached an uncontrollable stage.

The man’s handsome brows were knitted into a tight frown.

Cecilia couldn’t bear it, sitting in front of Adrian, she almost didn’t dare to open her eyes.

She never imagined that watching her beloved suffer such pain, she too would feel as if her heart were being twisted.

“Adrian, hang in there.”

Silently, Cecilia mouthed the words to encourage him.

She didn’t dare speak, afraid that opening her mouth would disrupt the pin-drop silence. The room was so quiet that besides Doctor Prescott’s surgical sounds, no one else dared to breathe too loudly.

Cecilia was the same.

The man naturally understood the girl’s mouthing.

His heart felt a warmth.

While Zion Prescott turned to grab a tool from the equipment box, suddenly and unexpectedly, Adrian Law pulled Cecilia into his embrace.

The girl’s pupils widened abruptly.

She didn’t understand what Adrian intended to do.

Until the man’s pale lips pressed directly onto hers.

“…”

Cecilia’s eyes widened in shock.

In her widened eyes reflected Adrian’s handsomely peerless face, she didn’t dare struggle or resist, even though Zion and Felix were also present.

If she moved around randomly, it might affect the progress of Adrian’s surgery.

Yet Adrian acting so recklessly, wouldn’t Doctor Prescott intervene?

…

Cecilia’s mind was a chaotic rush of thoughts.

And Adrian kissed her more intently.

Actually, it was supposed to be a brief kiss with no deep action, but the man was unwilling to part from her lips.

Cecilia felt embarrassed, but more so worried about Adrian’s injury.

She sought help by looking towards Zion Prescott.

However, Adrian seemingly aware of her distraction, simply pulled her even closer.

…

Their inseparable posture was like intertwined vines.

Felix Lockwood was stunned by his brother’s bold move!

“Oh damn! Bro, is it really necessary? And at a time like this, you’re feeding me dog food?! I’m not interested, honestly!”

Ugh, just because he had been a little flirtatious?

He used to think there were countless beauties in the world, so why settle for one and abandon all others?

Why does it now seem that marriage might not be a mortal trap, as long as the person you are deeply connected to is by your side for life, that feeling may be more wonderful than his current situation?

Felix felt both conflicted and envious, also slightly worried about Adrian’s wound.

But Zion Prescott seemed unfazed.

“Coming up with a way like that to relieve pain, you’re quite a talent, big brother.”

Zion Prescott offered a bland comment, aligning with Adrian’s actions and continuing his treatment.

…

What the hell, a talent?!

This kiss-to-relieve-pain method?!

What kind of genius could invent such a way?

Felix swallowed hard in astonishment, feeling his worldview refreshed.

Seeing Zion Prescott’s calm demeanor while performing surgery, he suddenly understood why he ranked last among the brothers.

Both men were fiercer, stranger one than the other.

How could a normal person like him not end up crushed?

Felix lamented for half a second, then sat upright, more eager than ever for the surgery’s outcome.

Cecilia was held in Adrian’s arms until her legs felt slightly numb.

She thought Adrian must feel worse than her.

She didn’t dare to move recklessly.

Feeling the slight breath on her cheek,

Cecilia’s face blushed again and again, Adrian clasped her hand, and with their fingers intertwined, her previously anxious heart unexpectedly calmed down considerably.

This…perhaps was Adrian’s magic.

…

Time seemed to accelerate due to Adrian’s actions.

Originally feeling that seconds dragged on like years, Cecilia was forced to keep watch over his wound fearing any accident, but while being held, she suddenly heard a crisp clanging sound.

It was the sound of a bullet dropping into a sterilized steel tray.

“Done.”

Zion Prescott nodded lightly.

“Fortunately, your injury isn’t deep. It doesn’t involve any major blood vessels. I’ve performed initial disinfection and treatment, but once back in Stellerton city center, you’ll need several follow-ups at Prescott Hospital.”

“I understand.”