Forced to Marry the Sickly Billionaire-Chapter 310: Kneel Before The Keyboard

Back then, everyone thought Serena Summers was overwhelmed with grief and had developed hysteria, and there were even people gossiping about her behind her back.

Adrian Holt raised an eyebrow, "Seeing me alive, you don’t seem to be very happy?"

He wondered if it was his misconception, but he always felt that Miss Lane harbored a trace of hostility towards him.

Claire Lane snorted coldly, her gaze towards Adrian Holt filled with chill, "At least you’re somewhat self-aware. Serena waited two whole years for your return. Do you think that was just time? That was her prime youth! You’re lucky you didn’t have to pay for it."

Adrian Holt rubbed his weary brows, feeling utterly helpless inside.

How come one after another, they’re all questioning him?

Still, he responded patiently: "I failed her, I won’t leave again."

Serena Summers turned her head to look at him and accidentally locked eyes with his deep gaze.

She couldn’t help the sourness at the tip of her nose and firmly clasped his hand, "It’s good that you’re back... "

Claire Lane was not as forgiving as Serena Summers.

She held her chin up proudly and sneered sarcastically, "If I remember correctly, you’ve said that line before, haven’t you? And what happened then?"

Her words instantly dropped the room’s atmosphere to freezing point.

The corners of Adrian Holt’s lips twitched slightly, and he tightened his grip on Serena Summers’ hand.

Serena Summers wanted to step forward and break the tension, but was glared back into place by Claire Lane’s look.

Claire Lane crossed her arms and walked up to Adrian Holt, scanning the room with a cold laugh, "What’s there to wait for? The line of men chasing our Serena could stretch from here to the Atlantic. Picking anyone at random would be better than you."

"You’re that popular?" Adrian Holt wasn’t angry; instead, he casually turned to Serena Summers.

Serena Summers touched her nose awkwardly and explained softly, "I never paid them any attention."

So it was true?

Adrian Holt felt a sudden discomfort in his heart, and his face darkened.

Adrian Shaw, who was sitting on the sofa enjoying the drama, noticed his second brother’s face change and quickly stepped forward to hold Claire Lane back, "Hey, weren’t you saying you needed to use the restroom? Hurry and go!"

"Why are you stopping me? I didn’t finish talking!" Claire Lane frowned, unwilling to leave just like that.

Adrian Shaw’s scalp tingled with fear, "Ancestor, stop causing trouble. Nobody can stop my second brother when he gets angry."

Upon hearing this, Claire Lane grew even more irritated, "He dares to lose his temper with me? Let him try... mmm..."

Her speech was cut off mid-sentence as her mouth was covered.

"My dear lady, please don’t say anymore! That’s not talking, that’s sticking a knife in my second brother’s chest!"

The old Lucas Shaw couldn’t help frowning whenever he heard someone chasing after Serena Summers.

His expression was exactly the same as just now.

When his second brother gets jealous, the consequences can be very serious.

Watching the two of them leave, Adrian Holt showed a puzzled look, "Are those two together?"

Serena Summers chuckled and shook her head, "Not yet, but I guess it won’t be long."

Adrian Holt’s expression turned complex, "With the Shaw Family’s wealth and influence in S city, they shouldn’t need a marriage alliance for business, right?"

Serena Summers found it somewhat amusing, "Can’t you tell they have feelings for each other?"

Adrian Holt was stunned, "Really?"

Having feelings for each other... would they really banter so unreservedly?

Serena Summers’ lips curled into a slight smile, her clear eyes twinkling as she looked at him, "Mr. Holt, now I’m finally convinced that you had no girlfriend or fiancée before."

It’s really strange, how a single memory loss could change someone’s personality so much.

The old Lucas Shaw, though also a typical straight man, wasn’t completely clueless.

Now, it’s probably just a blank slate.

A blank slate that... wants to be imbued with a color uniquely its own.

"I never had any." Adrian Holt murmured softly.

Serena nodded in satisfaction and explained softly, "The two of them probably haven’t figured things out yet, bickering and squabbling every day. They don’t spare each other’s feelings with their words, but in reality, they care about each other more than anyone else."

It’s somewhat funny to recall that Claire Lane used to treat Adrian Shaw as her idol.

A die-hard girlfriend fan, no less.

But ever since she met Adrian Shaw in person, the fan filter was completely shattered.

From then on, the two began a love-hate relationship, unable to help but spar with each other whenever they met.

Yet if something were to really happen to the other, they would be the most anxious.

Hearing Serena’s words, Adrian Holt glanced at her, thoughtful.

At this moment, Charlotte Summers came over, grabbed Serena’s hand, and said, "Come on, let’s go dance. Let the two big men stay here."

"Didn’t you find dancing tiring before?" Serena asked with a smile.

Charlotte glanced at Sean Wynn with a look of grievance and complained, "Isn’t it all his fault? Ever since the senior left the lab, he took over everything. Recently, to complete a project, he dragged me to work overtime with him. I’m totally stifled!"

She needed to release that pressure now.

Before leaving, Charlotte paused and said to Serena in front of Adrian Holt, "You can’t forgive him easily. You have to let him taste his own medicine and see if he dares to leave for such a long time again!"

Charlotte knew very well how Serena had been coping over the past two years.

Serena had gradually turned from a lively girl into someone quiet and reticent.

She would almost come to the bar to drink and drown her sorrows every day.

She never spoke of the pain in her heart, but everyone could feel it.

As sisters, she had to take revenge for Serena.

Serena looked at Adrian Holt with a displeased expression and asked with a smile, "I think what you said is quite right. Do you have any good suggestions then?"

Charlotte: "You’ve been sad for so long, and you’ve been a widow for two years. Would it be reasonable if he doesn’t sleep in the study for at least a month?"

Adrian Holt: "..."

Charlotte gave Adrian Holt a sideways look, "You don’t have any objections, do you?"

Although she phrased it as a question, her eyes were full of threats, as if she wouldn’t let him off easily if he said even one wrong word.

Adrian Holt’s eye twitched slightly as he nodded lightly, "It’s only right."

Having gotten Adrian Holt’s response, Charlotte stood even straighter, "Keyboard, durian, instant noodles, washboard, pick one. At least start with a week."

"Doing what?" Adrian Holt asked, puzzled.

Charlotte: "Kneeling, of course! What else?"

Under Adrian Holt’s astonished gaze, Serena nodded in agreement, "That’s a good idea. Honey, choose one!"

Adrian Holt was at a loss for words for a moment.

Who came up with these torturous methods?

Keyboard, durian, instant noodles, washboard? Are these things even meant for kneeling?

However, when he met Serena’s eyes sparkling with fragmented light, he inexplicably blurted out, "Keyboard."

"Good! It’s settled then!" Charlotte clapped her hands excitedly.

When Lucas Shaw returned, he overheard this conversation.

Hold on, he had only stepped out for a moment, and how had his older brother fallen to the point of having to kneel on a keyboard?