Forced to Marry the Sickly Billionaire-Chapter 301 Lucas Shaw Is Back

After leaving the hotel, Serena Summers hailed a car by the roadside and gave the driver her home address.

As soon as she got in, she closed her eyes, leaned back in the seat, and rested.

She had drunk too much last night and her head was still aching.

Adrian Holt’s unexpected appearance had thrown her once serene heart into disarray.

She didn’t know what frame of mind she should deal with him.

As soon as Serena returned to the Shaw Family home, she heard a voice dripping with sarcasm and mockery, "Oh, you remember to come back? Didn’t come home all night, who knows where you’ve been fooling around?"

She casually lifted her eyelids and looked upstairs.

There she saw Clara Shaw standing on the steps, arms crossed, looking down on her disdainfully.

Disdain and contempt filled those otherwise delicate and pretty eyes.

Serena’s head was swimming and she couldn’t be bothered to interact, so she continued up the steps, planning to go back to her room to rest.

However, Clara Shaw suddenly stretched out her hand, blocking Serena’s way, "What? Feeling guilty?"

"Get out of my way." Serena’s voice was icy, and her gaze towards Clara Shaw was sharp as if edged with frost.

Clara Shaw, confronted by those cold, almond-shaped eyes, involuntarily took a step back.

Realizing she had been frightened by the gaze of this ’vulgar woman’, Clara Shaw’s resentment grew even stronger.

"I’m talking to you, are you deaf? No wonder, having grown up in the countryside, you have no manners! I don’t even know what my second cousin saw in you!"

With a fleeting glance, Serena replied, "No matter how ill-mannered I may be, it still doesn’t compare to your blatant disrespect, yelling at your elders in your own home."

"You!"

Clara Shaw was at a loss for words, but then changed tactics and started to look Serena up and down.

"Dressed so provocatively, anyone who doesn’t know better might think you’ve been out selling yourself! Next time you go out, don’t say you are the Shaw Family’s granddaughter-in-law, our Shaw Family can’t afford to lose that face!"

Serena looked down at her clothes, a strappy long dress reaching her ankles with a white chiffon cardigan over it.

She had specifically chosen a conservative outfit, which scarcely showed anything.

She retracted the foot she had stepped forward with and calmly stared at Clara Shaw, "I can’t compare to the Shaw Family’s young lady; even if I went out to sell myself, I’d probably find no takers."

Clara Shaw was stunned for a moment before she caught the meaning behind Serena’s words.

She dared to say that even if a price was set, no one would buy her!

"Serena Summers, you slut, how dare you insult me! I will tear that mouth off your face!" Clara Shaw, burning with anger, chest heaving violently, lifted her hand and pounced towards Serena.

Serena felt a gust of wind rushing at her face and saw Clara Shaw’s ferocious, resentful expression.

Frowning quickly, she deftly grabbed Clara Shaw’s wrist and flung it away.

Clara Shaw, who always maintained elegance, even at home, was wearing high heels.

At this moment, standing on the stairs with her arm thrown by Serena, her body tipped backward.

Her breath caught in her throat, her heart nearly stopped.

Just when she thought she would fall down the stairs, a soft, delicate hand once again grabbed her wrist and pulled her back.

She felt as if she had just circled back from the brink of death, nearly falling down.

Even though she was steady now, her heart was still racing.

Clara Shaw clenched her teeth and glared at Serena, with flames of rage nearly shooting from her eyes, "Serena Summers, you dared to push me! Who gave you the audacity? Not content with killing my second cousin, do you want to kill me too?"

The mention of Lucas Shaw’s death hit a nerve for Serena, and her eyes suddenly turned colder, "Shut up! He is not dead!"

"The funeral is over, you just refuse to admit that you brought his death, right? I really don’t understand what grandfather was thinking, keeping a jinx like you in the house. Do you want to be happy only when you have killed everyone else?" Clara Shaw retorted with a stern face.

Serena Summers was infuriated by what she said and was about to retort when a deep voice tinged with anger suddenly came from the entrance.

"Who did she supposedly bring death upon?"

Hearing the familiar voice, Serena subconsciously turned her head to look toward the direction of the doorway.

With that glance, she was instantly stunned.

It was Lucas Shaw who had returned!

No, he should be known as Adrian Holt now.

Wasn’t he supposed to still be at the hotel? How did he appear here?

Clara Shaw also noticed the presence of Adrian Holt.

Seeing the face that looked exactly like Lucas Shaw’s, Clara’s eyes were filled with disbelief.

"What, what is going on? Are you a human or a ghost?"

Adrian Holt, with his long and straight legs, slowly approached the staircase.

Hearing Clara Shaw’s trembling interrogation, his thin lips curled in an almost imperceptible smirk, "What do you think?"

Although he was smiling, his deep and dark eyes were exuding a bone-chilling coldness.

All of a sudden, Clara Shaw felt a gust of cold wind blowing up her spine, rushing straight to the crown of her head.

It carried with it an indescribable eeriness and gloom.

Clara Shaw stared at him blankly, feeling as if she had plunged into an icy cave, her legs starting to tremble uncontrollably.

As the man’s footsteps drew nearer, Clara Shaw suddenly collapsed to the ground, her little face turning pale as a sheet.

Then, an ear-piercingly shrill scream echoed through the entire villa, "Ah! A ghost~~~"

Serena Summers was staring at Adrian Holt in front of her when suddenly, her ears were covered by a pair of warm palms.

The piercing scream was cut off, leaving only the sound of an increasingly rapid heartbeat in her ears.

Adrian Holt frowned impatiently and pulled Serena closer into his embrace, "Shut up, you’re too noisy."

The man’s face darkened, and a powerful, chilly aura emanated from him, scaring Clara Shaw badly, making her screams even more violent.

"Don’t come any closer, get away! Get away from me! You’re not my second elder cousin, he’s already dead! You’re not..."

Not waiting for Adrian Holt to take action, she scrambled frantically up the stairs.

At this moment, her entire heart was overtaken by fear, to the point where she disregarded the decorum she usually cared so much about.

Having lost one of her high heels while running, she did not bother to pick it up and hobbled back to her room.

Completely disheveled, she frightened the servants who had come out to investigate the commotion.

They had all been busy, some cleaning while others were washing dishes and pots in the kitchen.

Upon hearing Clara Shaw’s screams, they thought something had happened and rushed out to see.

With that look, they were instantly stunned.

"Second... Second Young Master?"

Is that really the Second Young Master?

One of the older ones pointed at Adrian Holt, his voice trembling, "Is, is that really the Second Young Master? Second Young Master, is it you?"

Adrian Holt was suddenly confronted with so many pairs of bloodshot eyes; for a moment he was somewhat unaccustomed and subconsciously looked down at Serena.

Serena whispered in his ear, "Why did you come? Weren’t you supposed to stay at the hotel?" frёeωebɳovel.com

"Of course, I came to back you up," Adrian Holt likewise lowered his voice, his narrow and deep eyes brimming with a smile, "What? Am I that unsightly?"