After Divorce I Married a Tycoon-Chapter 7: What Exactly Did You Do to Me Last Night?
That evening, Roxanne Peyton and Stella Thorne had booked a booth at a bar to celebrate Claire Mercer’s impending single status and her escape from a sea of misery. The three of them ordered several bottles of liquor, planning to help Claire drink her sorrows away.
At one point, Claire Mercer got up to go to the restroom. Roxanne Peyton offered to help her, but she refused.
She was drunk, yet her mind was exceptionally clear. She felt she had never been more clear-headed in her life.
As she came out of the restroom, she heard a familiar voice ring out from the other end of the hallway.
"...Don’t be so ungrateful. I’m doing you a favor by asking you to drink with me..."
It was Cynthia Sinclair, Gavin Sinclair’s sister—the little princess of the Sinclair family.
She and her three friends were cornering a devastatingly handsome man, trying to force him to drink with her.
The handsome man they had cornered looked ready to kill.
But Cynthia Sinclair’s sycophantic friends seemed completely oblivious, still laying into him.
"Do you have any idea who she is? She’s the princess of Rhonia’s wealthiest family! Countless men would kill for her favor and never get the chance. You should be thanking your lucky stars that you get to drink with her."
"Exactly! So don’t be an idiot. It’s an honor for you to have a drink with Cynthia."
"With a body and face like that, he’s probably one of the new male models who work here, right?"
"If he’s a male model, this is easy. All you want is money, right? One thousand. Have one drink with our friend."
Just as the handsome man was about to speak, Claire Mercer burst out laughing.
"HAHAHA... Cynthia Sinclair, you’re so embarrassing..."
"Can’t you see he wants nothing to do with you? How can you be so shameless, trying to force him?"
Cynthia Sinclair was stunned the moment she saw Claire Mercer.
"Claire Mercer? What are you doing here? Shouldn’t you be at home taking care of my brother? Is this the kind of place you should be frequenting?"
Claire Mercer shot back, "If you can come, why can’t I? You little delinquent."
Cynthia Sinclair was so stunned by her words that it took her a moment to process what had just happened.
’In the past, wasn’t this bootlicker always fawning all over me every time she saw me?’
’She sent me plenty of expensive gifts, too.’
’Every time I ran out of allowance, she’d give me more before I even had to ask.’
’Thanks to her desperate attempts to please me, I saved a ton of my own money.’
’But... what’s going on now?’
’She not only dared to talk back, but she even called me...’
’A little delinquent?’
Cynthia Sinclair no longer had any interest in forcing the handsome man to drink. She stormed right up to Claire Mercer.
Her eyes were wide as she gritted her teeth.
"Claire Mercer, you actually dared to talk back to me, and you called me a little delinquent..."
"But you are a delinquent. Smoking, drinking, clubbing, bullying your classmates... And it seems you’re also involved with that guy, Evan Young..."
The moment she heard that name, Cynthia Sinclair’s face went pale, and she roared.
"Shut up!"
’How does she know about me and Evan Young?’
’I was so careful. How could she possibly know?’
’Was she investigating me? Following me?’
’No, that’s impossible. She’s at home playing nanny to my brother every day. How would she have time to pay any attention to me?’
Cynthia Sinclair spun around to face her three cronies.
"Did one of you sell me out? Did you tell people my business?"
Her cronies frantically shook their heads, denying it.
"Cynthia, what are you talking about? We would never betray you..."
Claire Mercer sneered. "If you don’t want anyone to know, you shouldn’t have done it in the first place. You did it, but you don’t dare admit it..."
"Claire Mercer, I told you to shut up! Are you deaf or something?"
Furious and humiliated, Cynthia Sinclair raised her hand to slap Claire Mercer across the face.
But before her hand could connect with Claire’s cheek, someone grabbed Cynthia’s wrist in a vise-like grip.
The same person pulled the swaying, drunken Claire Mercer into a tight embrace.
Adrian Sutton glared at the gaudily made-up Cynthia Sinclair and squeezed her wrist harder.
Feeling as if her wrist bone was about to shatter, Cynthia Sinclair shrieked in pain.
"AHH... It hurts..."
Seeing this, the three members of her posse were frozen in fear.
"What are you all staring at? Help me!"
The girls hesitated.
But then they remembered that Cynthia was the wealthiest among them, and they had benefited plenty from her generosity. Mustering their courage, they started to step forward.
But Adrian Sutton shot them a single, frosty glare, and the three of them immediately shrank back in fear.
His eyes fell on Cynthia Sinclair, with her delinquent-style clothes and heavy makeup.
"So young and already so rotten. A sister-in-law who dares to strike her brother’s wife... The Sinclair family’s upbringing is truly something else."
With that, he flung her hand away in disgust.
Her hand now free, Cynthia Sinclair forgot the pain and glared viciously at Adrian Sutton.
"You know I’m the princess of the Sinclair family and you still dare to mess with me? Do you have a death wish?"
Cronie #1: "Ye-Yeah! Who do you think you are, bullying Cynthia? You’re just some male model!"
Cronie #2: "That’s right! Believe it or not, we can make your life in Rhonia impossible!"
Cronie #3: "Cynthia, call your brother right now! Tell him his wife is out meeting some other man behind his back!"
’If my brother finds out Claire Mercer is cheating on him, she’ll be skinned alive!’
’Not only will Claire be in for a world of hurt, but this clueless male model will get what’s coming to him, too.’
With that thought, Cynthia Sinclair immediately pulled out her phone to call Gavin Sinclair.
Before the call could connect, Claire Mercer narrowed her eyes and said with a grin.
"Go on, call him. Let your brother see what the Sinclair family’s perfect little princess is really like when no one’s looking."
Upon hearing this, Cynthia Sinclair hesitated.
’At home, I’ve always been the perfect, obedient daughter. If my family finds out I’ve been sneaking out to go clubbing...’
"Claire Mercer, you’d better keep that filthy mouth of yours shut. If my parents and grandma find out about this, I’ll make you pay."
After spitting out her threat, Cynthia Sinclair stormed off with her three cronies in tow.
After the group left, Claire Mercer looked up at Adrian Sutton, her eyes hazy.
"Hey, handsome... I feel like... you look really familiar..."
At her words, Adrian Sutton’s heart skipped a beat.
"You... remember me?"
’Does she finally remember me?’
He looked at Claire, his eyes full of anticipation, hoping for the answer he so desperately wanted.
But alas...
Claire Mercer thought hard for a moment, then nodded earnestly. "Mhm... I think I saw you at the hospital the other day."
Adrian Sutton. "..."
"You’ve had too much to drink. I’ll take you home."
Claire Mercer shook her head. "No. I’m not going home. I don’t have a home."
Hearing her words, Adrian Sutton’s heart twisted in pain.
’I know what she means.’
’The Mercers never treated her well. After she married into the Sinclair family, they never truly accepted her as one of their own.’
’Gavin Sinclair certainly never treated her like a wife. He’s probably fooling around with his ex-girlfriend—the other woman—right now.’
’That’s why she said... she has no home!’
"Once you divorce that scumbag, I’ll give you a home."
’A warm home, one filled with love.’
Adrian Sutton murmured to himself.
"Huh?"
Claire Mercer blinked her bright, hazy eyes and looked at Adrian Sutton.
"What did you say? I... didn’t quite hear you."
Adrian Sutton gently ruffled her hair, his gaze filled with adoration and deep affection.
"It’s nothing. You’ll understand one day."
With that, he put his arm around Claire Mercer and led her out through the exclusive VIP exit.
Claire Mercer had drunk quite a lot, and the alcohol was now hitting her full force. She was completely wasted.
She vented her feelings by muttering curses under her breath, words like "scumbag," "trash," "homewrecker," and "shameless."
One moment she was crying through her laughter, the next she was laughing through her tears.
It was the first time Adrian Sutton had ever seen her lose control like this. ’It’s strangely cute,’ he thought.
He couldn’t resist reaching out to gently squeeze her soft, rosy cheek...
When Claire Mercer woke up the next day, she felt like her head was splitting open.
Groggily, she opened her eyes and looked around. An unfamiliar room, an unfamiliar bed.
When she saw a man lying on his side next to her—a man who was currently propped up on his hand, gazing at her with a smitten expression—Claire Mercer was so frightened her soul nearly left her body.
A blood-curdling scream instantly echoed throughout the room.
Adrian Sutton, who had been basking in bliss, was startled by her sudden shriek.
If anyone else had startled him like that, the consequences would have been dire.
But the person who had startled him was the one he’d been dreaming of, and he just felt incredibly happy, incredibly blissful.
’What made me even happier was that Claire was in my bed last night, right beside me. We spent the entire night in the same room.’
’God knows how many years I’ve dreamed of this moment. I was so afraid it was all a dream that I didn’t sleep a wink all night.’
’I couldn’t sleep. I didn’t dare to. I was terrified I’d wake up and she’d be gone.’
’Thankfully, she’s still here. So full of life.’
He gazed at Claire Mercer with a smile, his voice incredibly soft.
"You’re awake?"
Claire Mercer was momentarily dazed by his smile.
Then, she thought about what he might have done to her last night. ’What a pervert,’ she thought, his smile now seeming utterly twisted.
"You animal! No wonder I’ve run into you twice recently. You’re a pervert!"
"I’m not..."
Before he could finish his explanation, a pillow came flying at his face.
Adrian Sutton caught the pillow and looked at Claire Mercer with a helpless expression.
’This...’
’Did she have to turn on me so fast?’
