Forced to Marry the Sickly Billionaire-Chapter 308: Torture of Body and Mind?

Adrian Holt felt as if something had struck his heart fiercely and opened his mouth numbly, "It doesn’t hurt."

Hearing his words, Serena Summers stifled tears finally fell, like beads off a broken string, plip-plopping down.

Seeing Serena’s tears, his heart also fiercely twisted, as if grasped by an invisible hand.

It hurt so much that he could hardly breathe.

He instinctively reached out, with gentle motions, wiping the tears from the corners of her eyes with his fingertips, "Really, it doesn’t hurt, stop crying."

At this moment, Adrian Holt felt as if he had fallen.

He wasn’t unfamiliar with the sight of a woman’s tears, but in the past, he only felt annoyed.

But when Serena cried, he just felt heartache.

Serena rushed into his embrace, holding him tightly, burying her face into his shoulder and rubbing against it.

"I’m sorry..."

It was her who was too presumptuous two years ago, thinking she was fully prepared, but in the end, she hurt him.

Adrian Holt didn’t quite understand the meaning behind her words, but still patted her back and comforted, "It’s okay, it’s all over now."

He patiently soothed the young girl’s emotions, feeling a complex bitterness inside.

After a while, the sobbing of the girl in his arms gradually subsided.

Adrian Holt took her hand, pulled her arms from around his neck, and slowly laid her on the bed.

He moved gently, careful not to wake her up.

Seeing the young girl still hiccupping in her sleep, his heart ached even more.

He deeply sighed in his heart and stayed by her bedside the whole night.

Only when dawn was about to break did he return to the sofa to catch a brief nap.

The next morning when Adrian Holt went downstairs, he found everyone looking at him strangely.

Especially Adrian Shaw.

He was straightforward and could never hide anything; whatever he thought was always clearly reflected on his face.

Adrian Holt didn’t overthink it and sat at the dining table with Serena.

At this time, Adrian Shaw looked over with a complex expression, "Big Bro, I didn’t know you lost your memory yesterday, I’m sorry for scolding you like that!"

The old master also looked at him with a pained expression.

There was also a new person at the table, somewhat resembling him, exuding a mild and scholarly aura, probably the eldest son of the Shaw family, Liam Shaw.

Liam Shaw said, "Lucas, now that you’re home, everything will get better."

Adrian Holt didn’t expect Serena to tell the Shaw family about his memory loss, and turned to look at Serena in astonishment.

Serena blinked and whispered earnestly in his ear, "This story seems more credible, so you don’t need to worry about slipping up; you can use memory loss as a shield."

"Mhm." Adrian Holt silently nodded.

In fact, he had also thought of using this excuse himself.

But at that time, he could only find some information about the Shaw family online and didn’t understand the family’s temperaments, so he didn’t dare to make any rash claims.

Seeing the reaction of the Shaw family members, he breathed a quiet sigh of relief.

This was good; with the excuse of memory loss, he didn’t have to worry about the Shaw family harboring suspicions.

He cleared his throat and said, "It’s all in the past. I also formally apologize to you all, sorry for causing you worry for so long."

Adrian Shaw immediately waved his hands, placing the dishes in front of Adrian Holt.

He said with righteousness, "Big Bro, all this is to show my apology; I had the kitchen prepare them especially for you, eat them while they’re hot! You haven’t tasted home-cooked food in two years, you must miss it, right?"

Looking at the stir-fried pork intestines in front of him, chili fried pork hearts with scallion oil pork liver... Adrian Holt’s eyelids fiercely twitched.

This wasn’t an apology; it was deliberate revenge, wasn’t it?

Adrian Shaw even "thoughtfully" brought him a cup of milk.

Great, animal offal and milk... everything he detested most.

To say that Adrian Shaw had no intention, he did not believe it.

Adrian Holt didn’t move his chopsticks for a long time, and seeing this, Adrian Shaw covered his chest, looking deeply injured.

"Big Bro, why aren’t you eating? These were your favorite dishes before, right? Or is it that you can’t forgive me?"

Adrian Holt glanced at Serena Summers and noticed she was bowing her head to hold back her laughter, clearly with no intention of getting him out of the predicament.

What happened to mutual benefits and win-win?

He helplessly rubbed his forehead and gently picked up the few dishes with his articulated hands, placing them back in front of Adrian Shaw.

"I’m injured and shouldn’t eat such greasy food. You can eat it yourself."

Adrian Shaw looked up at Adrian Holt in confusion, "You’re injured? Where? Is it serious?"

Adrian Holt gave a meaningful look towards Serena Summers and said, "How serious it is... you’ll have to ask your sister-in-law."

"Cough cough cough..." Serena, who was drinking porridge, choked when she heard this and couldn’t help but cough violently.

Under the gaze of the family, Serena’s cheeks inevitably turned red, whether from embarrassment or the choking.

Yet, the culprit smiled broadly and unabashedly, wrapping an arm around her shoulder and said affectionately, "Why so careless? Drink more slowly."

She glared at Adrian Holt fiercely, warning him not to spout nonsense.

Adrian Shaw quietly moved the plates a bit further away, a small act that Adrian Holt caught sight of.

He spoke with an air of heartfelt disappointment, "Adrian, even though our family is not short of money, wasting food is shameful. Remember to finish these dishes, and if you can’t, continue with them in the next meal."

Adrian Shaw wanted to retort, but upon meeting the dark eyes of his second elder brother, he was instantly too scared to speak.

He looked at the plates in front of him, on the verge of tears.

He didn’t like to eat offal either!

What does it mean to shoot yourself in the foot? This was it!

He wanted to ask for help from his eldest brother and grandfather, but they were both focusing on eating their own meals, not sparing him a glance.

What happened to the love between grandson and grandfather? What about the deep affection between brothers?

Why was he the only one getting hurt?

In the afternoon, Brandon Reese and Ethan Wells heard that the old master was back and rushed over without stopping.

Upon seeing that familiar face again, Brandon’s eyes immediately turned red.

He leaned on Ethan’s shoulder, rubbing against his crisp and exquisite suit, leaving a damp trace of tears.

"Grandpa, I knew you would come back!"

Ethan looked at the damp spot on his clothes, flames of annoyance flickering in his heart, "Brandon, my suit isn’t meant for wiping your tears."

"I’ll buy you a new one later; don’t worry about it too much now."

Not satisfied, Brandon presumptuously grabbed Ethan’s sleeve to wipe away his tears.

After finishing wiping his eyes, Brandon stared at the man before him unblinking, examining him up and down.

"Grandpa, I heard you lost your memory? Is that true?"

Adrian Holt nodded, looking at his assistant with a faint sense of disdain.

Is this really Lucas Shaw’s assistant? A bit... offbeat, isn’t he?

Brandon was completely unaware that he had already been disdained by his own boss.

He exclaimed tearfully, "It’s good that you’re back! Good that you’re back! We were all waiting for you to return, especially the lady. She suffered a lot these past two years."

Adrian Holt looked towards Serena Summers; he had heard this sentiment from many peoples’ mouths.

It was evident how much Serena was liked by others.

He wrapped an arm around Serena’s shoulders and whispered softly, "There won’t be a next time."

Adrian Holt gazed steadily into Serena’s eyes, and for a moment, he truly thought of himself as Lucas Shaw.

Just then, an incongruous voice suddenly intruded, "Grandpa, you can’t be like those in novels, taking advantage of your memory loss to let down your wife!"

"Brandon, don’t talk nonsense."

Ethan, seeing the chill that had crept into Serena’s expression, hurriedly nudged him with his elbow as a reminder.

But Brandon didn’t heed the signal, instead saying solemnly, "That’s how it’s written in novels. The male lead accidentally loses his memory and finds a new girlfriend or fiancée, emotionally and physically hurting the female lead... You can’t do this to the lady!"

As he spoke, Brandon suddenly realized something was amiss.

Turning his head, he met Serena’s piercingly cold gaze.

Brandon quickly covered his mouth, too frightened to speak any further.

Serena looked up at Adrian Holt with a feigned smile and asked, "Girlfriend? Fiancée? Emotional and physical trauma? Hmm?"