Forced to Marry the Sickly Billionaire-Chapter 297: Identical to Him

Serena Summers’ hand was flung away by him, and her body staggered for a moment.

She desperately shook her head, tears instantly overflowing, pattering down as they fell.

"I won’t mistake you for someone else! Hubby, don’t you remember me? I am Serena Summers..."

Adrian Holt sighed, feeling somewhat irritated by the disturbance, and turned to leave.

However, having barely stepped away, his suit’s hem was grasped by a pair of soft, delicate hands.

Immediately after, Serena Summers hugged him again, pressing her face against his back, her voice choking with sobs as she pleaded, "Don’t go, please don’t leave? I’ve thought about you every day for these two years."

Passersby who heard the commotion cast curious glances their way.

Even the bartender was stunned.

In two years of mixing drinks every night, this was the first time he had seen Serena Summers lose control of her emotions.

She was holding onto a man.

Adrian Holt’s hand froze in midair, and he swept his gaze around the room.

His icy stare made many feel a chill down their spine, causing them to subconsciously look away.

Lost in her own emotions and feeling dazed, Serena Summers had only one thought at that moment: she must not let him go.

A vein at Adrian Holt’s temple throbbed intensely as he turned to look at Serena Summers.

"Miss, I am really not the person you are looking for, sorry."

"No, you are!" Serena Summers stubbornly clung to his hand, her eyes now a red-rimmed mess from the tears, looking somewhat pitiable and invoking pity.

She sniffled, her gaze on Lucas Shaw filled with determination.

"You are! No matter how you change, no matter how much time passes, I won’t mistake you."

Adrian Holt’s patience was gradually worn thin, and with a cold snort, he retorted, "You say I’m your husband, shouldn’t you provide some proof? Is it just because you say so?"

Serena Summers wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes, blurting out without hesitation, "There is a deep bite mark on your shoulder, made by me."

"There’s also a scar on your back from a branding iron, caused by your mother when you were little."

"And behind your earlobe, there’s a small mole. You didn’t even know about it until I found it..."

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Serena Summers, choking back sobs, listed one by one the unique marks on the man’s body.

The more she said, the graver his expression became.

There was indeed a bite mark on his shoulder.

He had some burn scars on his body as well.

Yet, he had no recollection of the things Serena Summers was talking about.

The scars on his body had come from a fire accident he once had, accidentally burned by the flames.

As for the bite mark on his neck, it had been made by a mischievous child.

Observing the man’s expression, Serena Summers continued under the influence of alcohol, "Don’t believe me? I also know what position you like best... um!"

Her words were cut off midway as Adrian Holt, with a darkened face, stepped forward and covered her mouth.

"Enough!"

The onlookers all showed knowing looks, and with a dark expression on his face, Adrian Holt bellowed at them, "Get lost!"

Adrian Holt had never been in such a sorry state, and what made it worse was the culprit blinking up at him with innocent and clear eyes.

Her long, curled eyelashes fluttered like butterfly wings, irresistibly enticing.

His face turned unnaturally away from her, warning, "Stop talking nonsense, or I’ll let you go."

Serena Summers gave a slight nod.

With that response, Adrian Holt slowly removed the hand covering her lips.

"Are you angry?" Serena Summers tilted her head to look at him, her clear eyes brimming with a hazy drunkenness.

She stepped forward, tiptoeing to hook her arms around the man’s neck, whispering, "Hubby, I won’t talk anymore, please don’t be mad at me, okay? I’ll never disobey you again, and I’ll never put myself in danger... Will you come back? I miss you so much."

Adrian Holt suddenly felt a surge of powerlessness in his heart. He pulled Serena Summers’ arm down and warned sternly, "Stop touching me."

Serena Summers wasn’t annoyed. She obediently put her hands behind her back, looking at him innocently.

She was too well-behaved, unrealistically so.

Adrian Holt suddenly felt as if something had struck his heart.

He furrowed his brows and quickly suppressed this unfamiliar feeling.

Serena Summers stared at him, chuckling foolishly, the hint of dimples at the corner of her lips coming and going, but she didn’t step any closer.

"Husband, do you remember me now?"

"No," Adrian Holt replied truthfully.

He was certain, his memory was complete, and it didn’t contain any trace of Serena Summers.

Serena Summers lowered her eyes in disappointment and absent-mindedly muttered an "oh." freeωebnovēl.c૦m

Adrian Holt thought she was sad. As he was contemplating whether to console her, he saw her lift her head up again and flash a smile.

"It’s okay. You’ll remember, we’ll work on it together, okay?"

Her eyes brimmed with bright, full tears as she extended her pinky finger, "Pinky promise."

The dim light of the bar cast upon her; her face alternated between light and dark, involuntarily tugging at one’s heartstrings.

Adrian Holt looked at her intently, motionless.

Serena Summers’ hand hung in the air, just watching him.

After what seemed like a long time, Serena Summers withdrew her hand, pretending not to care and asked, "That’s okay, that’s okay. Then, could you tell me your name now?"

The man hesitated for a while. Just when Serena Summers had lost all hope, she suddenly heard his deep voice say, "Adrian Holt."

Serena Summers’ eyes lit up, "Adrian Holt. It’s a nice name, and very... fitting for you."

Serena Summers didn’t know what sort of feeling prompted her to speak those words.

All she knew was that her heart felt as if it had been crushed by a heavy weight.

Crushed to bits, scattered to the winds.

She reached to wipe the tears from the corner of her eyes, but no matter how she wiped, it wouldn’t come clean, the tears kept streaming down uncontrollably.

But still, she managed to smile at the man, saying, "Nice to meet you, you really look a lot like the person I love."

Adrian Holt didn’t understand what was happening to him; he had always had the least patience for being harangued by women.

But this time, his feet felt as if they were weighed down with lead. He wanted to walk away, yet in the end, it was as if some strange force made him stay.

He looked at Serena Summers and asked, "How similar?"

Serena Summers: "Probably... identical."

Adrian Holt’s lips twitched slightly, a hint of helplessness.

He walked to the bar and sat down, ordering a drink identical to Serena Summers’.

And then he downed it in one gulp.

Serena Summers sat back down too, gazing intently at him with longing in her eyes.

She rested her hand on the bar, the kick of the alcohol slowly rising, her gaze growing more and more hazy.

By the time Adrian Holt came back to his senses, he found that Serena Summers had actually fallen asleep.

He prepared to stand up, but felt a tug at the hem of his clothes.

He looked down to see a tender, small hand gripping tightly to the fabric of his clothes.

Even in her sleep, she couldn’t help but sob.

It was endearingly heartbreaking.

Adrian Holt increasingly felt that he had drawn trouble upon himself.

He took off his suit jacket and draped it over Serena Summers, then bent down to pick her up by the waist and left the bar.