Rosalind White naturally had a lovely face, delicate and graceful, but no one expected her figure to be so voluptuous, a slight bend of her body was simply overwhelming.
Her face was angelic, her body devilish, with an innocence that carried a hint of unaware sensuality.
Many onlookers couldn't take their eyes off her, involuntarily glancing at Rosalind White's well-defined curves.
...
Cecilia Vaughn saw Adrian Law standing right in front of Rosalind White, and her eyebrows twitched with anger.
She reached out and pinched Adrian Law's arm.
"Don't look."
The man looked at her with a teasing smile.
"Look at what?"
Cecilia Vaughn was at a loss seeing his innocent expression, though... alright, Adrian indeed wasn't looking at Rosalind White's chest, but she couldn't help feeling annoyed inside.
Just as Cecilia's cheeks puffed up in anger, Adrian curved his lips into a doting smile, gently holding Cecilia's hand, his voice deep and magnetic.
