After Divorce I Married a Tycoon-Chapter 130: Stop Being So Lovey-Dovey, You Two
Silas Rowan just didn’t get it. How could someone be so utterly obsessed with another person?
And to love so cautiously, so timidly.
Not only did he not dare to tell her his true identity...
...he didn’t even dare to show his feelings for her, terrified of scaring her away.
’Honestly,’ he thought, ’Adrian Sutton is pretty useless right now.’
’If I ever fall in love with someone, I’ll definitely love them openly and proudly.’
’I’ll announce to the whole world that I’ve fallen for that woman.’
’Not like him, so timid he doesn’t even dare to confess.’
Tsk...
’The esteemed founder of the CZ Group is actually a coward.’
Silas Rowan mentally looked down on Adrian Sutton for a long time.
His gaze was filled with disdain.
Adrian Sutton knew Silas Rowan disdained him for his timidity.
But what did a single guy like him know about love?
He was just talking big without a care in the world.
’Once he gets a taste of love’s bitterness, he’ll know it’s not so simple.’
Ignoring Silas Rowan, Adrian Sutton started walking toward Claire Mercer.
With every step, his heart beat a little faster.
He was just picking her up for the family introduction banquet; he didn’t know what he was so nervous about.
Silas Rowan noticed his inner tension and scoffed.
"Look at you, what a mess."
"It’s not like you’re getting married. I don’t know what you’re so nervous about."
Adrian Sutton shot him an annoyed glance.
"What do you, a single guy, know? Can you just shut up for a bit?"
’He’s a total amateur himself.’
’Yet he insists on criticizing how I handle my own feelings.’
’It’s ridiculous!’
Adrian Sutton paid Silas Rowan no more mind and walked straight to Claire Mercer.
Although he suppressed his inner excitement and nervousness...
...he couldn’t hide the amazement and extreme gentleness in his eyes as he looked at her.
Today, Adrian Sutton was dressed in a black suit.
It was impossible to tell what brand the suit was.
But every detail revealed exquisite and refined taste.
It perfectly accentuated his already tall, slender figure, with its broad shoulders and narrow waist.
His face was already strikingly handsome, and now, wrapped in a well-tailored suit, he looked noble and elegant.
If they didn’t know about his humble origins, everyone present would have likely mistaken him for the young master of some prestigious family.
The refined, noble air he now exuded, even when standing next to Silas Rowan, who was also in formal wear...
...wasn’t the least bit inferior.
In fact, it was even a cut above.
It was as if he were a noble young master by birth.
From head to toe, an elegance that seemed inherently his radiated from his very bones.
Claire Mercer wasn’t one to judge by looks, but even she was stunned by Adrian Sutton today.
’I can’t help it, his figure is just too good, and his face is honestly too handsome...’
’Stealing a couple more glances isn’t too much to ask, is it?’
"Adrian Sutton, you look really handsome today."
Suddenly, the words just slipped out, as if they had bypassed her brain entirely.
After blurting out the compliment, Claire Mercer herself froze.
’What’s wrong with me? I was just praising him in my head.’
’How did I just say it out loud?’
’So embarrassing.’
’Anyone who didn’t know better would think I’m some kind of fangirl.’
And Adrian Sutton, too, was slightly taken aback by her compliment.
When he came to his senses, his heart bloomed with joy, and the tips of his ears actually turned red.
His voice, low and magnetic, trembled with excitement as he spoke.
"Claire, you look beautiful today, too."
Whether in her usual simple clothes or in today’s gorgeous, sparkling gown...
’...at any time, my Claire is the most beautiful.’
Claire Mercer, also complimented, lowered her head, a little embarrassed.
She couldn’t suppress the faint smile at the corners of her lips, nor could she control the shy blush on her cheeks.
Roxanne Peyton’s gossipy gaze darted back and forth between the two.
’Judging by all the ways Adrian Sutton acts around Claire...’
’...this guy is absolutely into Claire.’
’I’m sure of it.’
’But this shy expression on my girl Claire...’
’...what’s that all about?’
’Could it be that she’s been unconsciously captivated by Adrian Sutton’s devastatingly handsome face?’
’Oh well, if she’s really been charmed by this Adrian Sutton fellow, then we’ll just have to accept it.’
’At least we’ve seen how good he is to Claire.’
’How many times has he rushed to save Claire when she was in trouble, regardless of the consequences?’
’Never mind, never mind. He might be a little poor, but at least his feelings for Claire are genuine.’
’As long as Claire likes him and feels happy, we can only offer our blessings.’
With that thought, Roxanne Peyton couldn’t help but smile and tease them.
"Alright, that’s enough... Can you two lovebirds stop being so mushy?"
Stella Thorne linked her arm with Roxanne Peyton’s, her eyes curving into crescents as she smiled.
"Seriously, you two should control your gazes and facial expressions."
"Don’t make it awkward for all us single people."
Silas Rowan cleared his throat and leaned in toward the ear of Adrian Sutton, who was about three centimeters taller than him.
"Adrian Sutton, your gaze toward Claire is practically spinning silk."
"If you don’t want her to know your feelings, can you rein it in a little? Show some restraint?"
Reminded by this, Adrian Sutton gradually came back to his senses.
"Let’s go. I’ll take you all to the banquet hall."
After speaking, he extended his right hand to Claire Mercer in a gentlemanly and polite manner.
His hand was beautiful.
His skin was fair, his fingers long and slender, his fingertips rounded, and his knuckles distinct.
It was like a finely sculpted work of art.
Even more attractive and captivating than the hands of professional hand models.
Claire Mercer stared at the right hand he extended toward her...
...dazed, hesitant, her heart pounding like a drum.
Seeing that she was just staring at his hand without reacting, Adrian Sutton...
...couldn’t help but call out to her.
"Wife."
This call of ’Wife’ made the others break into fond, knowing smiles.
It also yanked Claire Mercer’s wandering thoughts back to reality.
Her eyes widened as she looked at Adrian. "You just called me..."
"Wife," Adrian Sutton said, stepping closer, bending down, and whispering in her ear.
"Have you forgotten? We have a marriage certificate."
"Even though our marriage is one of convenience, Godmother and the others don’t know the truth."
"Shouldn’t we make the act a bit more complete, more realistic?"
Hearing him say that, Claire Mercer instantly understood.
’So he called me ’Wife’ because he’s putting on a show for Godmother.’
’He’s so thoughtful, he thinks of everything.’
But for some reason, she felt a strange sense of disappointment.
Just as she was puzzling over where this feeling of disappointment came from...
...a warm, strong hand took hold of her left hand.
Her slender hand was enveloped tightly in his, and she could feel the warmth from his palm.
In that instant, an unprecedented warmth and strength flowed from his palm into her.
It also threw her already somewhat irregular heartbeat into further disarray.
In a daze, she let Adrian Sutton lead her out of the styling studio.
Behind them, Roxanne Peyton and Stella Thorne began to gossip excitedly.
"Hey, Stella, have you noticed? Claire is acting a little different around Adrian Sutton."
